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Gloomy in unrest Ever I grieve, Sinks my drooping brow, Seat of sight and thought. GLOOMY AND UNREST EVER I GRIEVE SINKS MY DROOPING BROW SEAT OF SIGHT AND THOUGHT
nd My loss doth come, How I brotherless bide Bereaved and lone. Thereon I bethink me, When thickens the fight Thereon with much searching My soul doth muse: <strong>14.</strong> 'Who staunch stands by me In stress of fight, Shoulder to shoulder, Side by side? Such want doth weaken In war's dread hour; Weak-winged I fly, Whom friends all fail. <strong>15.</strong> 'Son's place to his sire (Saith a proverb true) Another son born Alone can fill. Of kinsmen none (Though ne'er so kind) To brother can stand In brother's stead. <strong>16.</strong> 'O'er all our ice-fields, Our northern snows, Few now I find Faithful and true. Dark deeds men love, Doom death to their kin, A brother's body Barter for gold. <strong>17.</strong> 'Unpleasing to me Our people's mood, Each seeking his own In selfish peace. To the happier bees' home Hath passed my son, My good wife's child To his glorious kin. <strong>18.</strong> 'Odin, mighty monarch, Of minstrel mead the lord, On me a heavy hand Harmful doth lay. ORD THOUGH ALL OPPOSING SHOULD THWART MY REED HE IN MINE HOUSEHOLD MINE HONOUR UPHELD OF MY POWER AND RULE THE PROP AND THE STAY OFT TO MY MIND MY LOSS DOTH COME HOW I BROTHERLESS BIDE BEREAVED AND LONE THEREON I BETHINK ME WHEN THICKENS THE FIGHT THEREON WITH MUCH SEARCHING MY SOUL DOTH MUSE WHOSE STAUNCH STANDS BY ME IN STRESS OF FIGHT SHOULDER TO SHOULDER SIDE BY SIDE SUCH WANT DOTH WEAKEN IN WAR'S DREAD HOUR WEAK WINGED I FLY WHO FRIENDS ALL FAIL SON'S PLACE TO HIS SIRE SAITH A PROVERB TRUE ANOTHER SON BORN ALONE CAN FILL OF KINSMAN NONE THOUGH NE'ER SO KIND TO BROTHER CAN STAND IN BROTHERS STEAD O'ER ALL OUR ICE FIELDS OUR NORTHERN SNOWS FEW NOW I FIND FAITHFUL AND TRUE DARK DEEDS MEN LOVE DOOM DEATH TO THEIR KIN A BROTHER'S BODY BARTER FOR GOLD UNPLEASING TO ME OUR PEOPLE'S MOOD EACH SEEKING HIS OWN IN SELFISH PEACE TO THE HAPPIER BEES HOME HATH PASSED MY SON MY GOOD WIFE'S CHILD TO HIS GLORIOUS KIN ODIN MIGHTY MONARCH OF MINSTREL MEAD THE LORD ON ME A HEAVY HAND HARMFUL DOTH LAY
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