XV.

Thus old and death-ready in this frail house

Word-craft I wove and wondrously framed it,

Reflected at times and sifted my thought

Closely at night. I knew not well 1240

The truth of the rood,[1] ere wider knowledge

Through glorious might into thought of my mind

Wisdom revealed to me. I was stained with crimes,

Fettered with sins, pained with sorrows,

Bitterly bound, banefully vexed, 1245

Ere lore to me lent through light-bringing office

For help to the agèd, his blameless gift

The mighty King meted, and poured in my mind,

Brightness disclosed, widened with time,

Bone-house unbound, breast-lock unwound, 1250

Song-craft unlocked, which I joyfully used,

With will, in the world. Of that tree of glory

Often not once meditation I had,

Ere that wonder I had revealed

About that bright tree, as in books I found 1255

In course of events, in writings declared

Of that beacon of victory. Ay till then was the man

With care-waves oppressed, a nickering _pine-torch_[C],

Though he in the mead-hall treasures received,

Apples of gold.[2] Mourned for his _bow_[Y] 1260

The comrade of _sorrow_[N], suffered distress,

His secret constrained, where before him the _horse_[E]

Measured the mile-paths, with spirit ran

Proud of his ornaments. _Hope_[W] is decreased,

Joy, after years, youth is departed, 1265

The ancient pride. The _bison_[U] was once

The gladness of youth. Now are the old days

In course of time gone forever,

Life-joy departed, as _ocean_[L] flows by,

Waves hurried along. To each one is _wealth_[3][F] 1270

Fleeting 'neath heaven, treasures of earth

Pass 'neath the clouds likest to wind,

When before men it mounts up aloud,

Roams 'round the clouds, raging rushes,

And then all at once silent becomes, 1275

In narrow prison closely confined,

Strongly repressed. So passes this world,

And likewise besides what things[4] have been

In it produced flame will consume,

When the Lord himself judgment will seek 1280

With host of angels. Every one there

Of speech-bearing men the truth shall hear

Of every deed through mouth of the Judge,

And likewise of words the penalty pay

Of all that with folly were spoken before, 1285

Of daring thoughts. Then parts into three

Into clutch of fire each one of folk,

Of those that have dwelt in course of time

Upon the broad earth. The righteous shall be

Upmost-in flame, host of the blessed, 1290

Crowd eager for glory, as they may bear it,

And without torment easily suffer,

Band of the brave. For them shall be moderate

The brightness of flame,[5] as it shall be easiest,

Softest for them. The sinful shall be, 1295

Those spotted with evil, compressed in the middle,

Men sad-in-mind, within the hot waves

Smothered with smoke. The third part shall be,

Accursèd sinners, in the flood's abyss,

False folk-haters, fastened in flame 1300

For deeds of old, gang of the godless

In grip of the gledes. To God never more

From that place of torment come they in mind,

To the King of glory, but théy shall be cast

From that terrible fire to the bottom of hell, 1305

The workers of woe. To the [other] two parts

It will be unlike. They may angels' Lord,

Victories' God, see. Théy shall be cleansed,

Sundered from sins, as smelted gold,

That is in the flame from every spot 1310

Through fire of the oven thoroughly cleansed,

Freed and refined. So shall each of those men

Be freed and made pure from every sin,

From heavy crimes through fire of that doom.

Then afterwards théy may peace enjoy, 1315

Eternal bliss. To them angels' Warden

Shall be mild and gentle, for that théy every evil

Despised, sins' work, and to Son of their Maker

They called with words. Hence in beauty they shine now

Like to the angels, the heritage have 1320

Of the King of glory for ever and ever. Amen.

[1] Gn.'s emendation.

[2] Lit.,'appled gold.'

[3] The words in italics are the names of the runes that make

up the name CYNEWULF. This artificial use of words makes

the interpretation obscure, and scholars differ about it.

[4] Or, 'those who.'

[5] Gn., Z.

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