Sea-Song of Gafran

Watch ye well! The moon is shrouded

On her bright throne;

Storms are gathering, stars are clouded,

Waves make wild moan.

'Tis no night of hearth-fires glowing

And gay songs and wine cups flowing;

But of winds in darkness blowing,

O'er seas unknown!

In the dwellings of our fathers,

Round the glad blaze,

Now the festive circle gathers

With harps and lays;

Now the rush-strewn halls are ringing,

Steps are bounding, bards are singing,

-- Ay the hour to all is bringing

Peace, joy, or praise.

Save to us, our night-watch keeping,

Storm-winds to brave,

While the very sea-bird sleeping

Rests in its cave!

Think of us when hearths are beaming,

Think of us when mead is streaming,

Ye, of whom our souls are dreaming

On the dark wave!