Classic Poem

The blue within her eyes was dim,
She turned her pale face from the sea,
She gave her gentle form to him,
“O sweet, remember me!”
That upturned face he bent above,
He looked, he kissed, he spoke his love,
“Light of my life, where'er I rove,
I pray, I fight for thee!”

Across the sand, within the wave,
His galleys waited for their lord—
His berserkers, so strong and brave,
Masters of spear and sword
The never-ending ocean washed
Each prow fantastic where it flashed,
With shout and song his galleys dashed
Exulting out the fiord.