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The Seafarer
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185 theseaFarer From the Anglo-Saxon, c. A.D. 550–950 Ikeepthetrack ofasongtrueofme: I’lltelloftrials, strugglingtimes, harddays, andhowIendured. Ihaveborne suchbittercares, heldonships wholehousesofcares. Awfulsea- waves tossedwhereIkept narrowedwatches onthesternatnight andtheshipbeatcliffs. Throngedincold weremyfeet,boundinfros boundinthoughtt withchainsofcold, whilehungerslit myocean- wearymood. Theydonotknow, whomfairthings befallonland, how,care- wornwretch, Istayedatsea andwinteredanexile’s icytracks, shornofkin, hungwithicicles. Hail- showersflew. ThereIheardonly thewhirringsea, ice- coldwave, orelsethecall ofswansforagame, gannet’slaughter andcurlew’ssong forhumanlaughter, mew’ssinging formeadtodrink. Stormsbeatthestonecliffs; theternanswered, icy- feathered. Nostrongkinfolk couldhelpmyheart, whichhollownessheld. Andtheyhardlyknow, whohavelife’sjoy bystayingintowns, theyoffewhardships, lustfulandflushed, howoftenI,weary, wasforcedtostayout onthesaltysea. 186 Night’sshadowdarkened, snowfromthenorth, groundboundbyfrost; hailfellonearth, coldestcorn... Andnow!therebeats athoughtinmyheart thatIshouldtry thehighwaves, thesaltytossing; myheart’sneed alwaysurges myspiritout awayfromhere, seekingonly anotherplace. Andthereisnoperson soboldontheearth, norsogoodingifts, norsoquickinyouth, norsoeagerinacts, norwithfriendssokind, Soasnottosorrow atseaalways, aboutwhatHeaven mightfinallybring. Ourmindsarenot onharping,noronrings, noronjoyinlove, noronblissinthisworld, noronanythingelse— butonthattossing. Wearealwayslonging, wewhomoveoverwater... Grovestakeblossom, townsareadorned, fieldsbrighten; theworldmoveson; thenallurges thepressingmood tojourneyout, inthosewhocrave tomovefar onfloodways. Andthecuckoourges, callingsad; theguardofsummer sings,boding ahoardofsorrow. Theydonotknow, thesofteasyfolks, whatsomeundergo wholaythesewide exile’stracks... Nowmyheartturns highoverhemmingbreast, mymoodmoves outwiththesea- flood, itturnswide,highoverwhale- paths— [13.58.137.218] Project MUSE (2024-04-26 17:51 GMT) 187 sweepsoftheearth— andswoopsbacktome wingedandeager— thehungryoneyells, whetsforwhale- ways mybreastresistlessly, thestretchoftheseas... andtometheyarehotter, thedelightsofHeaven, thanthisdeadlife loanedusonland. Idonotbelieve thatearth’sways standeternalforHeaven. Oneofthreethings bringseachnobleservant, downtodoubt beforethelastday. Sickorold orhatedbyasword, doomedandwrecked, ourlivesarewrenched. Foreachnoble,therefore, thepraiseoftheliving, ofafter- speakers— word- tracks—arebest... Sohereletuswork, beforewehavetogo, gooddeedsonearth againstdemons’evil, bravedeeds totheharmofthedevil, soallourchildren willextolus, andourpraisethen livewiththeangels forlongages, eternallife’sglory, delightofthathost... Dayshavedeparted, carryingthepomp ofearth’scountries; nowquietare thecrownsandcaesars thegold- givers who’vegonebefore, withmightydeeds madeamongthemselves, andlivesknown forthenoblestrenown... Allthathosthasfallen. Delightshavefaded; theworstarestillhere andtheyholdtheworld, busilyshareinit. 188 Gloryisbowed; earth’sdignity agesandends, aseachofusdoes throughoutourworld. Agegainsonus, ourfacespale, grizzle- headedwegrieve; ourfriendshavegone, royalchildren changedintoearth. Norcanthehouseofflesh, whenlifehasfailedusso, tastethesweet norfeelthesore norstirahand norholdathought. Andthoughonthegraves ofourgreatdead westrewgold, burywithdeath variousgifts, theydonotgoalong...