Jonas Hallgrimsson


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Tindastóll, grey and ghostly,
glimmers three leagues away.
Mælifell, towering mutely,
measures the darkening bay.

Drangey looms in the deep there,
dinning with seabird songs;
under its walls go wheeling
whales in clamorous throngs.

Grazing its grassy summit,
a grey ram wanders wide
where Illugi drinks the darkness
by his dying brother's side.

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