courage and resolve – poem snipp

The fierce, fresh breath of the west wind blowing

Beats at my back like a far voice calling

Long for a friend who was long in going;

In the cold, clean air, great shadows falling

Streak the dark earth and proclaim my approaching

Afar to them whom the lights have shielded

In the golden hall, from night encroaching,

In the sheltered lands, from weapons wielded.