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 As Einarr Skúlason sang:


 * The stern snow-wind has thrust out
 * With strength, the ship from landward:
 * The Swan-Land's steed sees Iceland
 * Into the surf receding.

And as he sang further:


 * Many a stiff rowlock straineth,
 * And the noisy Strand of Fish-Gear,
 * The Sea, the lands o'ercometh:
 * Men's hands oft span the stays.

And he sang yet further:


 * The gray Isle-Fetter urges
 * Heiti's raven-ship onward;
 * Gold beaks the fleet ships carry:
 * Rich that faring to the Chieftain.

And he sang again:


 * The Isle-Rim autumn chilly
 * Impels the dock's cold snowshoe.

And thus also:


 * The cool lands' Surging-Girdle
 * Before the beaks springs asunder.