Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт)

The Viking's Song

When I thy lover first
  Shook out my canvas free
And like a pirate burst
  Into that dreaming sea,
The land knew no such thirst
  As then tormented me.

Now when at eve returned
  I near that shore divine,
Where once but watch-fires burned
  I see thy beacon shine,
And know the land hath learned
  Desire that welcomes mine.

1. Felix Antonius
2. Seringapatam
3. Fidele's Grassy Tomb
4. The Guides at Cabul
5. The Old Superb

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