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THAT way he went with no will of his own	A
in danger of life to the dragon's hoard	B
but for pressure of peril some prince's thane	C
He fled in fear the fatal scourge	D
seeking shelter a sinful man	E
and entered in At the awful sight	F
tottered that guest and terror seized him	G
yet the wretched fugitive rallied anon	E
from fright and fear ere he fled away	H
and took the cup from that treasure hoard	B
Of such besides there was store enough	I
heirlooms old the earth below	J
which some earl forgotten in ancient years	K
left the last of his lofty race	L
heedfully there had hidden away	H
dearest treasure For death of yore	M
had hurried all hence and he alone	E
left to live the last of the clan	E
weeping his friends yet wished to bide	N
warding the treasure his one delight	F
though brief his respite The barrow new ready	O
to strand and sea waves stood anear	M
hard by the headland hidden and closed	P
there laid within it his lordly heirlooms	Q
and heaped hoard of heavy gold	R
that warden of rings Few words he spake	S
Now hold thou earth since heroes may not	T
what earls have owned Lo erst from thee	O
brave men brought it But battle death seized	U
and cruel killing my clansmen all	V
robbed them of life and a liegeman's joys	W
None have I left to lift the sword	B
or to cleanse the carven cup of price	X
beaker bright My brave are gone	E
And the helmet hard all haughty with gold	R
shall part from its plating Polishers sleep	Y
who could brighten and burnish the battle mask	Z
and those weeds of war that were wont to brave	A2
over bicker of shields the bite of steel	B2
rust with their bearer The ringed mail	C2
fares not far with famous chieftain	E
at side of hero No harp's delight	F
no glee wood's gladness No good hawk now	E
flies through the hall Nor horses fleet	D2
stamp in the burgstead Battle and death	E2
the flower of my race have reft away	H
Mournful of mood thus he moaned his woe	J
alone for them all and unblithe wept	F2
by day and by night till death's fell wave	A2
o'erwhelmed his heart His hoard of bliss	G2
that old ill doer open found	H2
who blazing at twilight the barrows haunteth	E2
naked foe dragon flying by night	F
folded in fire the folk of earth	E2
dread him sore 'Tis his doom to seek	I2
hoard in the graves and heathen gold	R
to watch many wintered nor wins he thereby	J2
Powerful this plague of the people thus	K2
held the house of the hoard in earth	E2
three hundred winters till One aroused	L2
wrath in his breast to the ruler bearing	M2
that costly cup and the king implored	B
for bond of peace So the barrow was plundered	N2
borne off was booty His boon was granted	O2
that wretched man and his ruler saw	P2
first time what was fashioned in far off days	Q2
When the dragon awoke new woe was kindled	R2
O'er the stone he snuffed The stark heart found	H2
footprint of foe who so far had gone	E
in his hidden craft by the creature's head	S2
So may the undoomed easily flee	O
evils and exile if only he gain	E
the grace of The Wielder That warden of gold	R
o'er the ground went seeking greedy to find	T2
the man who wrought him such wrong in sleep	Y
Savage and burning the barrow he circled	R2
all without nor was any there	M
none in the waste Yet war he desired	N2
was eager for battle The barrow he entered	N2
sought the cup and discovered soon	E
that some one of mortals had searched his treasure	M
his lordly gold The guardian waited	O2
ill enduring till evening came	U2
boiling with wrath was the barrow's keeper	M
and fain with flame the foe to pay	H
for the dear cup's loss Now day was fled	S2
as the worm had wished By its wall no more	M
was it glad to bide but burning flew	V2
folded in flame a fearful beginning	M2
for sons of the soil and soon it came	U2
in the doom of their lord to a dreadful end	W2

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