[Ansteorra] A well-deserved rest...

[Peter Schorn]

þær se eadga mot  eardes neotan,    
 wyllestreama   wuduholtum in,    
 wunian in wonge,  oþþæt wintra bið    
 þusend urnen.  þonne him weorþeð    
 ende lifes;  hine ad þeceð    
 þurh æledfyr.  Hwæþre eft cymeð    
 aweaht wrætlice  wundrum to life.    
 Forþon he drusende  deað ne bisorgað,    
 sare swyltcwale,  þe him symle wat    
 æfter ligþræce  lif edniwe,    
 feorh æfter fylle,  þonne fromlice    
 þurh briddes had  gebreadad weorðeð    
 eft of ascan,  edgeong weseð    
 under swegles hleo.  Bið him self gehwæðer    
 sunu ond swæs fæder,  ond symle eac    
 eft yrfeweard  ealdre lafe.    
 Forgeaf him se meahta  moncynnes fruma   
 þæt he swa wrætlice  weorþan sceolde    
 eft þæt ilce  þæt he ær þon wæs,    
 feþrum bifongen,  þeah hine fyr nime.  

--"The Phoenix"