A Winter Song

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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When the Winter Way is white in the sky, 
And the Vikings ha' laid their war-shields by, 
Then I sit by the barrow and make my moan 
That I walk alone and I sleep alone 
Since sleep holds Thorarin fast. 

When the Winter Way shakes its silver snow 
On the groaning pines and the graves below, 
My heart is more cold than the Winter Way, 
And under the gold hair my thoughts are gray, 
Since sleep holds Thorarin fast.