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. The Old Superb
2. Seringapatam
3. A Sower
4. Among the Tombs
5. Master and Man

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