'SING of the things we know and love.' br But the singer made reply, br 'There are greater lands to tell you of br And stars to steer you by.' br br So he sang of worlds austere and strange, br Of seas so wildly wide br That only the journeying swan might range br The marches of the tide. br br Men heard the thunder and the rain, br The tempest in his song, br They turned to their hearth fires again br And thought the night too long. br br And only one man dared to hear br The deeds that singer told; br Against the stars he swung his spear br And died ere he was old.