“And, oh, that those glorious haunts were mine!”
He speaks, and throughout the glen
Thin shadows swim in the faint moonshine,
And take a ghastly likeness of men,
As if the slain by the wintry storms
Came forth to the air in their earthly forms.
There pass the chasers of seal and whale
With their weapons quaint and grim,
And bands of warriors in glittering mail,
And herdsmen and hunters huge of limb: