 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
And Cædmon quoth, I dreamed a dream thís night;
(And swevins oft betoken coming haps!)
Were North-folk, rovers, sailed into our parts.
(And swevins oft betoken coming haps!)
Were North-folk, rovers, sailed into our parts.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |