And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Coleridge

Personally, I can't stand this poem, but it seemed to fit. The maps I used to create this set are scans of medieval maps of Iceland and the surrounding lands and oceans.

Instead of putting all the font and color info here on the page, I've written it all in the text file that is included with the zip file. You can download the whole shebang here.

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