 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Cuth.
Hark shepherd-folk, is come cry up tonight,
From cliff to craig; Sailed in, on this North wind
Be pirate keels and under Stromnæs ride:
Them Svendson leads; well-knowén he for the same,
By his énsign, the White-wolf, on his ships stem;
Who last year burned and wasted Cantware coast.
They, ascended up on land; already approach!
From cliff to craig; Sailed in, on this North wind
Be pirate keels and under Stromnæs ride:
Them Svendson leads; well-knowén he for the same,
By his énsign, the White-wolf, on his ships stem;
Who last year burned and wasted Cantware coast.
They, ascended up on land; already approach!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |