Cicely Fox Smith (Сисели Фокс Смит)

A Norseman

Beneath the golden eagle's shade
    Gleam restless eyes of steely grey,
That look out calmly, unafraid,
    From brows deep-tann'd by salt sea-spray,
Thro' many a year of sun and breeze,
Spent toiling over unknown seas.

Ah, dreaded! when that burnished helm
    Flash'd back the glare from blazing farms,
And the red glow o'er all the realm
    Awoke the peaceful land to arms,
And the fierce tumult drawing near
Palsied the listening monks with fear.

So childlike, when the work of years
    In frolic thou wouldst swift destroy;
So manlike, when at clash of spears
    Shivered a swift and sudden joy
Thro' all thy mighty frame, to feel
A foe man worthy of thy steel.

And now, when battle draweth nigh,
    'Neath modern culture's slight veneer,
The Briton feels his heart beat high,
    Showing that Viking blood is here.
The manlike destined still to last,
The childlike buried in the past.

1. The Tow-Rope Girls
2. Journey's End
3. The Old Love and the New
4. A Ship in a Bottle
5. The Enchanted Forest

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