"The Wanderer"
(...)And so he knows it, he who must
forgo for a long time
the counsels
of his beloved lord:
Then sorrow and sleep
both together
often tie up
the wretched solitary one.
on mode He thinks in his mind
that he embraces and kisses
his lord,
on his knees lays
his hands and his head,
at times, before,
in days gone by,
he enjoyed the gift-seat.
Then the friendless man
wakes up again,
He sees before him
fallow waves
Sea birds bathe,
preening their feathers,
Frost and snow fall,
mixed with hail. (...)
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