This is the song of the sword of Alan: The smith made it, The fire set it; Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck. Their eyes were many and bright, Swift were they to behold, Many the hands they guided: The sword was alone. The dun deer troop over the hill, They are many, the hill is one: The dun deer vanish, The hill remains. Come to me from the hills of heather, Come from the isles of the sea. O far-beholding eagles, Here is your meat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES ORNITHOPOLIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |