O lava land! O land of light!
Where summer brings no shade of night,
Thy ice-capped Jökuls shining far
Like prismic ray of distant star;
Thy trackless wastes of heath and sand,
Thy basalt ridges, grim and grand,
O land of frost! O land of fire!
Thy charm hath filled my soul’s desire.
O land of darkness! Land of night!
Where winter sheds no ray of light,