Song of the wave / George Cabot Lodge [electronic text]
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Title
Song of the wave / George Cabot Lodge [electronic text]
Author
Lodge, George Cabot, 1873-1909
Publication
New York: Charles Scribner's Sons
1898
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THE NORSEMEN
THESE are the men!The North has given them name,The children of God who dare,From the field and the growing tree,Come down through the crystalline airWhere the sky is a fleece of flame,And the breaker's crest is as hairBlown back from the brows of the sea;These are the men!
These are the men!Where midnight abides in the land,Where the sun walks round the earth,Where the fields of God are benumbed,There the shadow did give them birth,
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Where the waves are tawny with sandAnd the miserly ground breeds dearthAnd the harps of the air are thrummed,These are the men!
These are the men!Oh Mercifiul what for them?For thy children with frozen lips?Then the Lord spake, "I am the Life;Go down to the sea in shipsBelovèd and dwell in the hemOf my robe though the tempest ripsLike a sword, for I give ye Strife!"These are the men!
These are the men!For they stand in the dawn of thingsFull-armed from the ocean's womb;With their dower of wild great joyIn the pouring sun, in the boom
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Of the wave as the storm-flail sings,Till the waters pulse and ployAnd gape like a snow-fringed tomb;These are the men!
These are the men!In the strength of the primal songAs the increate world turned whiteThey descended and dwelt with the sea,Like a flower dawn bloomed on the night,And they knew that their lives were strong,That life was and should ever be—Then the sun!—and a pulse of light—These are the men!
These are the men!In their youth without memoryThey were glad, for they might not seeThe lies that the world has wroughtOn this parchment of God. The tree
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Yielded them ships and the sky Flamed as the waters fought;But they knew that death was a lie,That the life of man was as nought,And they dwelt in the truth of the sea:These are the men!
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