Dirge the sorrows by time made dim:

Seas are sullen in rain and mist.

Regret the woes that behind us swim:

Sullen's the north and grey the east.

Black boats speck the horizon's rim:

The north is heavy and grey the east.

They plash to shore in unison grim:

The breakers roar through rain and mist.

Ah! the ravening Dane of old!

Joys are born of time and sorrow.

He was beautiful, cruel and bold:

Death yesterday is life to-morrow.

The slain lie stark on bented mounds:

Winds are calling in rain and mist.

There's blood and smoke and wide red wounds,

And black boats make to north and east.

Through murky weltering seas they row:

Dirge the eyes their deeds made dim.

Wives at their conning smile and glow,

And hail them on the horizon's rim.

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