On the barque of the silver wing.”
They came to the slopes of the New World’s Bay,
And the either hills were green,
But a red canoe with plumes of gray
In the dusky nights was seen.
Then Thorfin said: “The sun is bright,
And its summers are wondrous fair,
But the wily savage lurks at night
In the land of the golden air;
In the land of the lily and rose,