the GEORGE
MACKAY BROWN
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Canzone 3
(for GMB)
by
Sam Gilliland
| Our Norseman has gone
and the islands mourn, Viking Gods hear the dirge and the creped drum Slowly tapping. His longboat glides on a misty swell Upsurging that will take him on a journey well Travelled, and by other warriors bourne Into time's own dark ocean where the thrum And lyre of bards bid others come; Now, in that boundless, silent sleep, Where the great dead in their vigil keep Valhalla bright by that Northern star, He'll travel well, and he'll travel far. © Sam Gilliland 1996 |
| published in Chapman No. 84 4 Broughton Place Edinburgh EH1 3RX Scotland |