The Master Builder

With The Master Builder —or Master Builder Solness , as the title runs in the original—we enter upon the final stage in Ibsen's career. You are essentially right, the poet wrote to Count Prozor in March 1900, when you say that the series which closes with the Epilogue ( When We Dead Awaken ) began with Master Builder Solness .
Dr. Brahm, however, seems to be mistaken in thinking that Ibsen returned to Norway with no definite intention of settling down. Dr. Julius Elias (an excellent authority) reports that shortly before Ibsen left Munich in 1891, he remarked one day, I must get back to the North! Is that a sudden impulse? asked Elias. Oh no, was the reply; I want to be a good head of a household and have my affairs in order. To that end I must consolidate may property, lay it down in good securities, and get it under control—and that one can best do where one has rights of citizenship. Some critics will no doubt be shocked to find the poet whom they have written down an anarchist confessing such bourgeois motives.
After his return to Norway, Ibsen's correspondence became very scant, and we have no letters dating from the period when he was at work on The Master Builder . On the other hand, we possess a curious lyrical prelude to the play, which he put on paper on March 16, 1892. It is said to have been his habit, before setting to work on a play, to crystallise in a poem the mood which then possessed him; but the following is the only one of these keynote poems which has been published. I give it in the original language, with a literal translation:
DE SAD DER, DE TO—
De sad der, de to, i saa lunt et hus ved host og i venterdage, Saa braendte huset. Alt ligger i grus. De to faar i asken rage. For nede id en er et smykke gemt,— et smykke, som aldrig kan braende. Og leder de trofast, haender det nemt at det findes af ham eller hende. Men finder de end, brandlidte to, det dyre, ildfaste smykke,— aldrig han finder sin braendte tro, han aldrig sin braendte lykke.