I hid
my lord
in the darkness of the earth
siþþan geara iu – hrusan heolstre biwrah
You said
Where is the horse gone? Where the rider?
I hid my face, my lord long dead.
Where the giver of treasure?
Gone deep and dark, places
where, for people like us,
all permanence rests.
Martin, I love this. Is this “The Wanderer” you mentioned in my comments? If so, I need to read it.
Yes – here’s a link: http://www.anglo-saxons.net/hwaet/?do=get&type=text&id=Wdr
Thank you!
Any time.