I @3THIS@1 was the land that the Norseman plough'd! Here lay his furrows, there his shroud. A thousand years ... Oh, what are they?— But the romance of yesterday! Iolaire! Iolaire! Dance in the moonbeams free and fair. Thou art a Viking's chosen bride, Speed-away, speed-away over the tide! II And these same streamers that we chase Have tost their foam in the Viking's face. A thousand years ... And the rolling billow Will rest our sons on the Norseman's pillow! Iolaire! Iolaire! Shake out the moonbeams from thy hair! Scatter thy jewels on the tide, For thou art a Viking's joy and pride! III Breeze of the Norland! fresh and strong, Blow us a stave of the Viking's song: One short hour of the Norseman's quest— The Celtic maid with her snow-white breast. Iolaire! Iolaire! The stars are bright, and the night is fair, Whilst over the moonlit waters wide The phantom hosts of the Norsemen glide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS |