 | The Dawn in Britain |  |
Like swan, which proudly breasts the tide, her yards
Belayed and rudder-bands, Goldorm now sails
Forth, on night frith, where lightly blows the wind.
All cry, Farewell! which watch on the sea-strand.
Belayed and rudder-bands, Goldorm now sails
Forth, on night frith, where lightly blows the wind.
All cry, Farewell! which watch on the sea-strand.
With wake of burning light, long drives the ship:
And still men watch upon the sand; and chant,
To Balder's hall, who fairest mongst the sons
Of Woden, named, is Thorolf's fiery voyage!
Till morning star, when now, like fisher's brand,
That funeral keel, which sithen seen no more.
Thorolf returned, (all cry then,) to the gods!
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To Balder's hall, who fairest mongst the sons
Of Woden, named, is Thorolf's fiery voyage!
Till morning star, when now, like fisher's brand,
That funeral keel, which sithen seen no more.
Thorolf returned, (all cry then,) to the gods!
A sennight long, cast friends, cast Getas, foes,
Then funeral mound, on foreland of that shore;
Which shall, from age, (well-seen of all that sail,)
To age, to keep great Saxmund's name, endure.
Then funeral mound, on foreland of that shore;
Which shall, from age, (well-seen of all that sail,)
To age, to keep great Saxmund's name, endure.
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