 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Cædmons stout sons, with kindled hearts, have leapt,
Upon their feet. Not less will they be found.
Today in fight, than their forefathers' worth.
They, bared long ewen bows, bows big of bent;
With stern looks, spend already them with force:
And gave each nerve a warlike hum! In thought,
Each seeth his shaft's winged flight: and heareth light
The stripe; which thrilleth an heathen rovers heart.
Upon their feet. Not less will they be found.
Today in fight, than their forefathers' worth.
They, bared long ewen bows, bows big of bent;
With stern looks, spend already them with force:
And gave each nerve a warlike hum! In thought,
Each seeth his shaft's winged flight: and heareth light
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| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |