Sthephan G. Stephansson Poetry
THOUGH YOU TRAVEL AFAR
To the uttermost outlands
Of the earth you may roam,
In the mind every moment
Are the memories of home,
Friend of glacier and glenside,
Kin of geyser and mount,
Niece of long-ness and ling-heath,
Son of land-ice and fount.
O'er the world and the welkin
Though you wander in thought,
With their high-falls and hillsides
All your hope-lands are wrought.
In life's everness-ocean
Your dear Isle-land abides,
Where the sun knows no setting
On the shimmering tides.
It's your ever-dear Iceland
In the image you love,
With each fellside enflowered
And no frost-caps above,
Friend of glacier and glenside,
Kin of geyser and mount,
Niece of long-ness and ling-heath,
Son of land-ice and fount.
Written in 1904
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