Message I'll send to thee,

.../

Sea-birds shall wend to thee,

Winged lilies lend to thee

Some of their fragrance;

List to their whisper low,

Gulls white as drift of snow.

Fearing nor friend nor foe,

Birds of brave vagrance.

 

They shall my message bring,

They of unwearied wing,

Scorn not thy offering,

Daughter of Viking:

WhUe I, in this new world,

I, as in vortex whirled,

By fate or chance am hurled,

My fortune seeking.

 

Art thou a phantom proud,

Spirit of storm and cloud,

Never to mortal vowed,

Never troth-plighted?

Wear'st no ring of gold

From Lade's temple old,

Ring of King Olaf bold,

Jewel love-lighted.

.../

 

Isadore Baker

 

Eolya - Sidh

Done