Let loose the hounds of war, The whirling swords! Send them leaping afar, Red in their thirst for war; Odin laughs in his car At the screaming of the swords! Far let the white-ones fly, The whirling swords! Afar off the ravens spy Death-shadows cloud the sky. Let the wolves of the Gael die 'Neath the screaming swords! The Shining Ones yonder High in Valhalla Shout now, with thunder: Drive the Gaels under, Cleave them asunder— Swords of Valhalla! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT ON A LEGAL STAIRCASE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |