Rudyard Kipling

Songs from Books Rudyard Kipling

Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we. I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glowHotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago. Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns beginWhen the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in. Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes; He opens the eyes that are blind with hate-he joins the hands of foes.