Sollness climbs the dwindling tower

And all the hills fall flat.

Hilda Wandel down below

Now is no bigger than her hat.

Sollness steps into the air.

All Norway lies below him, Brand

Frowning on the rusty heath,

Peer’s half-witted fairyland,

Nora stumbling from a door,

Hedda burning a book,

Doctor Stockman fishing up

Bacilli from the brook,

Rebecca circling in the weir,

The Rat Wife whipping round a wall;

The Pillars of Society

Fall thundering with his fall.

And flashing by his house he sees it

Split from earth to sky,

And his wife and children sitting

Naked to every passer-by.