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
Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago !
Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin,
When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods
Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes
He opens the eyes that are blind with hate - he joins the hands
Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above
Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and
we spurned and we strove.
Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to
The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago !
They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep.
Their beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and
They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed.
They shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the
world has need.
She with the star I had marked for my own - I with my set
Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights - lighted by worlds afire -
Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors
Hewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago !
They will come back - come back again, as long as the red Earth
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would
squander souls ?