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10 And full many a treasure, many a shining thing, They fetched from ways afar off, for his journeying. Never heard I tell of keel more fairly dight With the warrior-weapons and the weeds of fight, With the blades and byrnies. On his bosom lay Treasure to fare with him the o’er floods away. Methinks not less a lading of lordly gifts they gave Than those who sent him whilom a lone babe o’er the wave. O’er his head they set, too, golden banner steep, Let the billows bear him, gave him to the deep. Theirs were souls of sorrow, theirs were hearts to weep. And no man can say sooth,- none in halls of state, None of battle- bold ones,- who took up that freight. |
