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...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |