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A PERILOUS path it proved he trod	A
who heinously hid that hall within	B
wealth under wall Its watcher had killed	C
one of a few and the feud was avenged	D
in woful fashion Wondrous seems it	E
what manner a man of might and valor	F
oft ends his life when the earl no longer	F
in mead hall may live with loving friends	G
So Beowulf when that barrow's warden	H
he sought and the struggle himself knew not	I
in what wise he should wend from the world at last	J
For princes potent who placed the gold	K
with a curse to doomsday covered it deep	L
so that marked with sin the man should be	M
hedged with horrors in hell bonds fast	J
racked with plagues who should rob their hoard	N
Yet no greed for gold but the grace of heaven	H
ever the king had kept in view	O
Wiglaf spake the son of Weohstan	H
At the mandate of one oft warriors many	H
sorrow must suffer and so must we	H
The people's shepherd showed not aught	N
of care for our counsel king beloved	N
That guardian of gold he should grapple not urged we	H
but let him lie where he long had been	H
in his earth hall waiting the end of the world	N
the hest of heaven This hoard is ours	P
but grievously gotten too grim the fate	N
which thither carried our king and lord	N
I was within there and all I viewed	N
the chambered treasure when chance allowed me	H
and my path was made in no pleasant wise	Q
under the earth wall Eager I seized	N
such heap from the hoard as hands could bear	R
and hurriedly carried it hither back	S
to my liege and lord Alive was he still	T
still wielding his wits The wise old man	H
spake much in his sorrow and sent you greetings	U
and bade that ye build when he breathed no more	V
on the place of his balefire a barrow high	W
memorial mighty Of men was he	H
worthiest warrior wide earth o'er	F
the while he had joy of his jewels and burg	X
Let us set out in haste now the second time	Y
to see and search this store of treasure	F
these wall hid wonders the way I show you	O
where gathered near ye may gaze your fill	T
at broad gold and rings Let the bier soon made	N
be all in order when out we come	Z
our king and captain to carry thither	F
man beloved where long he shall bide	N
safe in the shelter of sovran God	N
Then the bairn of Weohstan bade command	N
hardy chief to heroes many	H
that owned their homesteads hither to bring	A2
firewood from far o'er the folk they ruled	N
for the famed one's funeral Fire shall devour	F
and wan flames feed on the fearless warrior	F
who oft stood stout in the iron shower	F
when sped from the string a storm of arrows	B2
shot o'er the shield wall the shaft held firm	C2
featly feathered followed the barb	D2
And now the sage young son of Weohstan	H
seven chose of the chieftain's thanes	B2
the best he found that band within	H
and went with these warriors one of eight	N
under hostile roof In hand one bore	F
a lighted torch and led the way	E2
No lots they cast for keeping the hoard	N
when once the warriors saw it in hall	F2
altogether without a guardian	H
lying there lost And little they mourned	N
when they had hastily haled it out	N
dear bought treasure The dragon they cast	N
the worm o'er the wall for the wave to take	G2
and surges swallowed that shepherd of gems	B2
Then the woven gold on a wain was laden	H
countless quite and the king was borne	H
hoary hero to Hrones Ness	B2

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