The Viking's Song

By Sir Henry Newbolt

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.