Chapter IV.
THE VIKING INVASIONS.
THE COMING OF THE SEA-KINGS.
“What sea-worn barks are those which throw
The light spray from each rushing prow?
Their frozen sails, the low, pale sun
Of Thule’s night has shone upon.”
“What sea-worn barks are those which throw
The light spray from each rushing prow?
Their frozen sails, the low, pale sun
Of Thule’s night has shone upon.”