There be five things to a man's desire:
Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside.
Four things poor and homely be:
Hearth-fire, white cheese, own roof-tree,
True mead slow brewed with brown malt;
But a good woman is savour and salt.
Plow, shove deep through gray loam;
Hack, sword, hack for straw-thatch home;
Guard, buckler, guard both beast and human-
God, send true man his true woman!
Hrolf's Thrall, His Song
Willard Wattles
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Poem topics: dark, god, home, night, poor, beast, desire, human, sweet, white, good, deep, brown, clean, hide, slow, sword, fire, tree, woman, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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