"And there we hunted the walrus, The narwhale, and the seal; Ha! 't was a noble game! "To the northward stretched the desert, And like the lightning's flame How far I fain would know; So at last I sallied forth, "To the west of me was the ocean, Till after three days more. Flew our harpoons of steel. "There were six of us all together, Norsemen of Helgoland; In two days and no more And dragged them to the strand!" Here Alfred the Truth-Teller And Othere the old sea-captain Stared at him wild and weird, Then smiled, till his shining teeth Gleamed white from underneath His tawny, quivering beard. And to the King of the Saxons, Raising his noble head, He stretched his brown hand, and said, "Behold this walrus-tooth!" DAYBREAK. A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, "O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, | Though at times his heart beats wild Ye mariners, the night is gone." For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! ENCELADUS. UNDER Mount Etna he lies, It is slumber, it is not death; For he struggles at times to arise, And above him the lurid skies Are hot with his fiery breath. The crags are piled on his breast, The earth is heaped on his head; But the groans of his wild unrest, Though smothered and half suppressed, Are heard, and he is not dead. And the nations far away Are watching with eager eyes; They talk together and say, "To-morrow, perhaps to-day, Enceladus will arise!" And the old gods, the austere Oppressors in their strength, Stand aghast and white with fear At the ominous sounds they hear, And tremble, and mutter, "At length!" Ah me for the land that is sown With the harvest of despair! Where the burning cinders, blown |