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ELENE;

JUDITH;

ATHELSTAN, OR THE FIGHT AT BRUNANBURH;

BYRHTNOTH, OR THE FIGHT AT MALDON;

AND

THE DREAM OF THE ROOD:

TRANSLATED BY

JAMES M. GARNETT, M.A., LL.D.,

FORMERLY PROFESSOR OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE IN THE UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA; TRANSLATOR OF "BÉOWULF."

THIRD EDITION.

BOSTON, U.S.A.:

GINN & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.

The Athenæum Press.

1911.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1889, by
JAMES M. GARNETT,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY
JAMES M. GARNETT.

COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY
JAMES M. GARNETT.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

TO PROFESSOR FRANCIS A. MARCH
CORYPHÆUS OF OLD ENGLISH STUDIES IN AMERICA
WITH SENTIMENTS OF THE HIGHEST REGARD

CONTENTS.

PREFACE
INTRODUCTION

ELENE.

I. Constantine sees the vision of the rood.
II. Constantine is victorious, the sign is explained, and he is baptized.
III. Helena sets out on her journey in search of the cross, and arrives at Jerusalem.
IV. Helena summons an assembly of the Jews learned in the law, and addresses them.
V. The Jews consult apart, and Judas states the object of the Empress.
VI. Judas gives the Jews the information derived from his father and grandfather.
VII. The Jews at first refuse to act, but finally deliver up Judas to the Empress.
VIII. Judas stubbornly denies all knowledge of the matter, but after imprisonment without food consents to speak.
IX. They proceed to Calvary, and Judas offers a prayer for guidance.
X. A smoke arises, Judas digs and finds three crosses. Test of the true cross.
XI. The fiend laments that he is overcome. Judas replies to him.
XII. Helena announces the discovery to Constantine, who orders a church to be built on the spot. Judas is baptized.
XIII. Judas is ordained bishop of Jerusalem, and his name is changed to Cyriacus. Helena longs to recover the nails. Judas prays, digs, and finds them.
XIV. The nails are made into a bit for Constantine's horse. Helena admonishes all to obey Cyriacus and returns home.
XV. The writer reflects on his work, records his name; and refers to the future judgment.

JUDITH.

IX. *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  * Holofernes prepares a banquet.
X. Holofernes and his guests carouse. Judith is brought to his tent. Holofernes enters and falls on his bed in a drunken sleep. Judith prays for help, and cuts off the head of Holofernes.
XI. Judith returns with the head of Holofernes to Bethulia. The people meet her in crowds. She exhorts the warriors to sally forth at dawn. They fall upon the Assyrians.
XII. The Assyrians discover the death of Holofernes and become panic-stricken. The Hebrews pursue them in flight, plunder the slain, and bestow upon Judith the arms and treasure of Holofernes.

ATHELSTAN, OR THE FIGHT AT BRUNANBURH.

Athelstan and Edmund, with their West-Saxons and Mercians, slaughter the Scots and Northmen. Constantine and his Scots flee to their homes in the North. Anlaf and his Northmen flee across the sea to Dublin. Athelstan and Edmund return home in triumph, and leave the corpses to the raven, the eagle, and the wolf.

BYRHTNOTH, OR THE FIGHT AT MALDON.

* * * * * * * * * * * Byrhtnoth and his East-Saxons are drawn up on the bank of the Panta. The wikings' herald demands tribute. Byrhtnoth angrily offers arms for tribute. Wulfstan defends the bridge. Byrhtnoth proudly permits the wikings to cross. The fight rages. Byrhtnoth is wounded. He slays the foe. He is wounded again. He prays to God to receive his soul, and is hewn down by the heathen men. Godric flees on Byrhtnoth's horse. His brothers follow him. Ælfwine encourages the men to avenge the death of their lord. So does Offa, who curses Godric. Leofsunu will avenge his lord or perish. Dunnere also. Others follow their example. Offa is slain and many warriors. The fight still rages. The aged Byrhtwold exhorts them to be the braver as they become the fewer. So does another Godric, not he who fled. * * * *

THE DREAM OF THE ROOD.

In the middle of the night the writer beholds the vision of a cross decked with gold and jewels, but soiled with blood. Presently the cross speaks and tells how it was hewn and set up on a mount. Almighty God ascended it to redeem mankind. It bent not, but the nails made grievous wounds, and it was moistened with blood. All creation wept. The corse was placed in a sepulchre of brightest stone. The crosses were buried, but the thanes of the Lord raised it begirt with gold and silver, and it should receive honor from all mankind. The Lord of Glory honored it, who arose for help to men, and shall come again with His angels to judge each one of men. Then they will fear and know not what to say, but no one need fear who bears in his heart the best of beacons. The writer is ready for his journey, and directs his prayer to the rood. His friends now dwell in glory, and the rood of the Lord will bring him there where he may partake of joy with the saints. The Lord redeemed us, His Son was victorious, and with a band of spirits entered His heavenly home.

PREFACE.

This translation of the ELENE was made while reading the poem with a post-graduate student in the session of 1887-88, Zupitza's second edition being used for the text, which does not differ materially from that in his third edition (1888). It was completed before I received a copy of Dr. Weymouth's translation (1888), from Zupitza's text; but in the revision for publication I have referred to it, although I cannot always agree with the learned scholar in his interpretation of certain passages. Grein's text was, however, used to fill lacunæ, and in the revision the recently published (1888) Grein-Wülker text was compared in some passages. The line-for-line form has been employed, as in my translation of BÉOWULF; for it has been approved by high authority, and is unquestionably more serviceable to the student, even if I have not been able to attain ideal correctness of rhythm. I plead guilty in advance to any lapsus in that respect, but I strongly suspect that I have appreciated the difficulty more highly than my future critics. The ELENE is more suitable than the BÉOWULF for first reading in Old English poetry on account of its style and its subject, which make the interpretation considerably easier, and I concur with Körting, in his Grundriss der Geschichte der Englischen Litteratur (p. 47, 1887): "Die ELENE eignet sich sowohl wegen ihres anmutigen Inhaltes, als auch, weil sie in der trefflichen Ausgabe von Zupitza leicht zugänglich ist, als erste poetische Lectüre für Anfänger im Angelsächsischen." This statement is now the stronger for English readers because Zupitza's text is in course of publication, edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by Professor Charles W. Kent, of the University of Tennessee. I have appended a few notes which explain themselves, and have occasionally inserted words in brackets.

The translations of the JUDITH and the BYRHTNOTH were made in regular course of reading with undergraduate classes, the former in 1886, and the latter in 1887, the texts in Sweet's "Anglo-Saxon Reader" being used, and compared with those in Grein and in Körner. The text of JUDITH is now accessible in Professor Cook's edition (1888).

The translation of the ATHELSTAN has been added from Körner's text, compared with Grein and Wülker, and in certain passages with Thorpe and Earle. For fuller literary information than the Introduction provides, the reader is referred to ten Brink's "Early English Literature," Kennedy's translation (1883), and to Morley's "English Writers," Vol. II. (1888).

JAMES M. GARNETT.

UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA, VA.,
May, 1889.

PREFACE TO EDITION OF 1900.

I have added to this reprint of my "Elene and other Anglo Saxon Poems" a translation of the DREAM OF THE ROOD, which has been on hand for several years awaiting a suitable time to see the light. A brief Introduction to the poem has been prefixed, which, doubtless, leaves much to be desired, but it is all that the translator now has time for, and I must refer to the works mentioned for fuller information and discussion. With thanks for past consideration, and the hope that this addition has made the book more acceptable, I entrust it again to indulgent readers.

JAMES M. GARNETT.

BALTIMORE, MARYLAND,
October, 1900.

PREFACE TO EDITION OF 1911.

I have read over carefully these translations with a view to another reprint, which the publishers find necessary, but I have not compared them again with the texts used. I have corrected a few typographical errors of little importance.

For the bibliography I would refer to Brandl's Sonderausgabe aus der zweiten Auflage von Paul's Grundriss der germanischen Philologie (Strassburg, 1908), in which I find noted Holthausen's edition of the ELENE (Heidelberg, 1905), but I have not seen it.

I take advantage of this opportunity to say that my translation of BÉOWULF, of which the last reprint was issued in 1910, is not in prose, as some have misconceived it, but it is in the same metrical form as the translations in the present volume,—an accentual metre in rough imitation of the original. I agree with Professor Gummere and others that this is a better form for the translation of Old English poetry than plain prose. It was approved by the late Professor Child nearly thirty years ago, as noted in the Preface to the second edition of my translation of BÉOWULF, January, 1885.

JAMES M. GARNETT.

BALTIMORE, MARYLAND,
February, 1911.

INTRODUCTION.

In presenting to the public the following translations of the Old English (Anglo-Saxon) poems, ELENE, JUDITH, ATHELSTAN, BYRHTNOTH, and THE DREAM OF THE ROOD, it is desirable to prefix a brief account of them for the information of the general reader.

I. The ELENE, or Helena, is a poem on the expedition of the Empress Helena, mother of Constantine the Great, the first Christian emperor, to Palestine in search of the true cross, and its successful issue. The mediæval legend of the Finding of the Cross is given in the Acta Sanctorum under date of May 4, assigned by the Church to the commemoration of St. Helena's marvellous discovery. The Latin work is the Life of St. Quiriacus, or Cyriacus, Bishop of Jerusalem, that is, the Judas of the poem. It has been usually thought that the Old English poet used this Life as his source; but Glöde, in a recent volume of Anglia (IX. 271 ff.), has given reasons for thinking that the poet used some other Latin text. He rejects ten Brink's conjecture that the legend of Elene had come to England in a Greek form. As to the author of the poem, we know his name, but very little else about him. He has left us his name, imbedded in runic letters as an acrostic, in the last canto of the poem, q.v. These letters spell the word CYNEWULF; but who was Cynewulf? The question is hard to answer, and has given rise to much discussion, which cannot be gone into here. A good summary of it will be found in Wülker's Grundriss zur Geschichte der Angelsächsischen Litteratur (p. 147 ff., 1885), an indispensable work for students of Old English literature. The old view, propounded in the infancy of Anglo-Saxon studies, and held by Kemble, Thorpe, and, doubtfully, Wright, that he was the Abbot of Peterborough and Bishop of Winchester (992-1008), has been abandoned by all scholars, so far as I know, except Professor Earle of Oxford (see his "Anglo-Saxon Literature," p. 228). The later view of Leo, Dietrich, Grein and Rieger, our chief authorities, that he was a Northumbrian, and of Dietrich and Grein, that he was Bishop of Lindisfarne (737-780), has more to be said for it. Sweet and ten Brink also hold that he was a Northumbrian of the eighth century, but not the Bishop of Lindisfarne, while Wülker regards him as a West-Saxon. Professor Henry Morley, in the current edition of his "English Writers," has devoted a chapter (Vol. II. Chap. IX., 1888) to Cynewulf, and virtually concludes that we know nothing about him except that he was a poet and probably lived in the eighth century. We shall not go far wrong in regarding him as a Northumbrian poet of the eighth century, possibly the Bishop of Lindisfarne, even though his works remain to us only in the West-Saxon dialect. As in the ELENE, so in the CHRIST and the JULIANA, Cynewulf has left us his name, hence all agree in ascribing to him these poems at least. To these some of the RIDDLES, if not all, are usually added, but this is now contested. Other poems, as the GUTHLAC, PHŒNIX, CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL, ANDREAS, DREAM OF THE ROOD, and several other shorter poems, have been ascribed to him with more or less probability, and very recently Sarrazin (in Anglia, IX. 515 ff.) would credit him with the authorship of even the BÉOWULF(!). We might as well assign to him, as has been suggested, all the poems in the two great manuscripts, the Exeter Book and the Vercelli Book, and be done with it. It is desirable that his authorship of the DREAM OF THE ROOD, which ten Brink and Sweet assign to him, but Wülker rejects, should be proved or disproved; for with this is connected the question of his Northumbrian origin, and some lines from this poem have been inscribed in the Northumbrian dialect on the Ruthwell Cross in Dumfriesshire.

However it may be, a poet named Cynewulf wrote the ELENE, and thereby left us one of the finest Old English poems that time has preserved, on a subject that was of great interest to Christian Europe. A collection of "Legends of the Holy Rood" has been issued by the Early English Text Society (ed. Morris, 1871), from the Anglo-Saxon period to Caxton's translation of the Legenda Aurea; but they are arranged without system, and no study has been made of the date and relation of the several forms of the story. If Cynewulf made use of the Latin Life of Cyriacus in the Acta Sanctorum, he expanded his source considerably and showed great skill and originality in his treatment of the subject, as may be seen by comparing the translation with the Latin text in Zupitza's third edition of the ELENE (1888), or in Professor Kent's forthcoming American edition, after Zupitza. The Old English text was discovered by a German scholar, Dr. F. Blume, at Vercelli, Italy, in 1822, and the manuscript has since become well known as the Vercelli Book (cf. Wülker's Grundriss, p. 237 ff.). A reasonable conjecture as to how this MS. reached Vercelli may be found in Professor Cook's pamphlet, "Cardinal Guala and the Vercelli Book." A Bibliography of the ELENE will be found in Wülker, Zupitza, and Kent. English translations have been made by Kemble, in his edition of the Codex Vercellensis (1856), and very recently by Dr. R.F. Weymouth, Acton, England, after Zupitza's text (privately printed, 1888). A German translation will be found in Grein's Dichtungen der Angelsachsen (II. 104 ff., 1859), and of lines 1-275 in Körner's Einleitung in das Studium des Angelsächsischen (p. 147 ff., 1880). A good summary of the poem is given in Earle's "Anglo-Saxon Literature" (p. 234 ff., 1884), and a briefer one in Morley's "English Writers" (II. 196 ff.).

The ELENE is conceded to be Cynewulf's best poem, and ten Brink remarks of the ANDREAS and the ELENE: "In these Cynewulf appears, perhaps, at the summit of his art" (p. 58, Kennedy's translation). The last canto is a personal epilogue, of a sad and reflective character, evidently appended after the poem proper was concluded. This may be the last work of the poet, and there is good reason for ten Brink's view (p. 59) that "not until the writing of the ELENE had Cynewulf entirely fulfilled the task he had set himself in consequence of his vision of the cross. Hence he recalls, at the close of the poem, the greatest moment of his life, and praises the divine grace that gave him deeper knowledge, and revealed to him the art of song."

II. The JUDITH is a fragment, but a very torso of Hercules. The first nine cantos, nearly three-fourths of the poem, are irretrievably lost, so that we have left but the last three cantos with a few lines of the ninth. The story is from the apocryphal book of Judith, and the part remaining corresponds to chapters XII. 10 to XVI. 1, but the poet has failed to translate the grand thanksgiving of Judith in the sixteenth chapter. The story of Judith and Holofernes is too well known to need narration. The poet, doubtless, followed the Latin Vulgate, as we have no reason to think that a knowledge of Greek was a common possession among Old English poets; but, as Professor Cook says, "the order of events is not that of the original narrative. Many transpositions have been made in the interest of condensation and for the purpose of enhancing the dramatic liveliness of the story."

The Old English text is found in the same manuscript with the BÉOWULF (Cotton, Vitellius, A, xv.), and, to my mind, this poem reminds the reader more of the vigor and fire of BÉOWULF than does any other Old English poem; but its author is unknown. It has been assigned by some scholars to the tenth century, which is rather late for it; but Professor Cook has given reasons for thinking that it may have been written in the second half of the ninth century in honor of Judith, the step-mother of King Alfred. It was first printed as prose by Thwaites at the close of his "Heptateuch, Book of Job, and Gospel of Nicodemus" (1698), and has been often reprinted, its shortness and excellence making it a popular piece for inclusion in Anglo-Saxon Readers. A most complete edition has been recently (1888) issued by Professor Albert S. Cook, with an excellent introduction, a translation, and a glossary. A Bibliography is given by Professor Cook (pp. 71-73), and by Wülker (Grundriss, p. 140 ff.). To the translations therein enumerated may be added the one in Morley's "English Writers" (II. 180 ff.). Professor Cook has also given (pp. lxix-lxxii) the testimonies of scholars to the worth of this poem. To these the attention of the reader is especially called. The JUDITH has been treated by both ten Brink and Wülker as belonging to the Caedmon circle, but the former well says (p. 47): "This fragment produces an impression more like that of the national epos than is the case with any other religious poetry of that epoch;" and Sweet (Reader, p. 157) regards it as belonging "to the culminating point of the Old Northumbrian literature, combining as it does the highest dramatic and constructive power with the utmost brilliance of language and metre."

III. The ATHELSTAN, or Fight at Brunanburh, is found in four manuscripts of the "Anglo-Saxon Chronicle" and in Wheloc's edition (1643), printed from a MS. that was burnt in the unfortunate fire among the Cottonian manuscripts (1731). It is entered under the year 937 in all but one MS., where it occurs under 938. The poem gives a brief, but graphic, description of the fight between King Athelstan and his brother Edmund on the one side, and Constantine and his Scots aided by Anlaf and his Danes, or Northmen, on the other, in which fight the Saxons were completely victorious. The poem will be found in all editions of the "Anglo-Saxon Chronicle" from Wheloc to Earle (1865), and has been repeatedly reprinted, its brevity causing it to be often included as a specimen of Old English, but it is omitted in Sweet's Reader. A Bibliography will be found in Wülker's Grundriss (p. 339 ff.). To the English translations there mentioned,—which include a poetical one by Lord Tennyson, after a prose translation by his son in the Contemporary Review for November, 1876,—may be added the prose translation by Kennedy in ten Brink (p. 91) and the rhythmical one by Professor Morley in his "English Writers" (II. 316-17). ten Brink thinks that the poem was not written by an eye-witness, and says (p. 92): "The poem lacks the epic perception and direct power of the folk-song as well as invention. The patriotic enthusiasm, however, upon which it is borne, the lyrical strain which pervades it, yield their true effect. The rich resources derived from the national epos are here happily utilised, and the pure versification and brilliant style of the whole stir our admiration." It well serves to diversify and enliven the usually dry annals of the "Anglo-Saxon Chronicle," and cannot be spared in the great dearth of poetry of this period.

IV. The BYRHTNOTH, or Fight at Maldon, relates in vigorous verse the contest between the Saxons, led by the Ealdorman Byrhtnoth, and the Danes at the river Panta, near Maldon in Essex, in which the Danes were victorious and Byrhtnoth was slain. The incident is mentioned in four manuscripts of the "Anglo-Saxon Chronicle" under the year 991, but one gives it under 993. The MS. in which the poem was contained was unfortunately burnt in the great fire above-mentioned (1731); but Thomas Hearne, the antiquary, had fortunately printed it, as prose, in his edition, of the Chronicle of John of Glastonbury (1726); hence this is now our sole authority for the text, which is defective at both the beginning and the end. The poem has been highly esteemed by scholars, and is a very valuable relic of late tenth century literature. It has been often reprinted, and translated several times in whole or in part. Grein does not translate either the ATHELSTAN or the BYRHTNOTH. Körner translates it in full, and so does Zernial in his Program "Das Lied von Byrhtnoth's Fall" (1882). This monograph contains the fullest study of the poem that has been made. It is translated into English, with some omissions, by Kennedy in ten Brink (pp. 93-96); it is barely mentioned by Earle (p. 147), and a summary of it is given by Morley in "English Writers" (II. 319-320). A Bibliography will be found in Wülker's Grundriss (pp. 344-5). An edition of both ATHELSTAN and BYRHTNOTH has been long announced in the "Library of Anglo-Saxon Poetry," but it has not yet appeared. [1] Sweet says of the BYRHTNOTH (Reader, p. 138): "Although the poem does not show the high technical finish of the older works, it is full of dramatic power and warm feeling"; and ten Brink, with more enthusiasm, calls it (p. 96) "one of the pearls of Old English poetry, full, as it is, of dramatic life, and fidelity of an eye-witness. Its deep feeling throbs in the clear and powerful portrayal." He recognizes, however, "the tokens of metrical decline, of the dissolution of ancient art-forms."

V. The DREAM OF THE ROOD is found in the Vercelli manuscript. Wülker's Grundriss gives the literature of the subject to the time of its publication (1885). Soon afterwards Morley's "English Writers," Vol. II., appeared (1888), in which an English translation is given (pp. 237-241); also Stopford Brooke, in his "History of Early English Literature" (1892), has given an account of the poem, with partial translation and epitome (pp. 436-443). (See also p. 337 and pp. 384-386 for further notice.) The poem is very briefly mentioned by Trautmann in his monograph on Cynewulf (1898, p. 40). There are some very interesting questions connected with the poem which cannot be discussed here. Was it by Cynewulf? On the affirmative side we find Dietrich, Rieger, Grein, ten Brink, D'Ham, and Sweet. On the negative, Wülker, Ebert, Trautmann, Stephens, Morley, Brooke, and others. Pacius, who edited the text, with a German translation, in 1873, thinks that we know nothing about the poet. Brooke has propounded a theory, previously adumbrated by the editors of the Corpus Poeticum Boreale, Vigfusson and Powell, that an older poem, possibly of Cædmonian origin, as shown by the long six-accent lines, has been worked over by Cynewulf, with additions, and that it is "his last work" (p. 440). Certain lines of the poem, in the Northumbrian dialect, are found on the Ruthwell Cross, which fact complicates the question of origin. These are compared by Brooke (p. 337). The other upholders of the Cynewulfian authorship think that this Dream, occurring in the early part of Cynewulf's religious life, led to the longer and more highly finished poem, the ELENE, written near the close of his life. The questions of the relationship of the poem to the Ruthwell Cross and to the ELENE deserve further discussion. With these is connected the question of date, and the poem has been placed all the way from 700 to 800 A.D., even a little before and a little after, possibly 675 to 825 A.D., so as yet there is no common agreement. The similarity of thought in the personal epilogue (II. 122 ff.) to the epilogue of the ELENE (II. 1237 ff.) is striking, and they may be compared by the curious reader. The translation is made from the Grein-Wülker text (Vol. II., pp. 116-125), with emendations from others, as seen in the notes. All can agree with Kemble (Codex Vercellensis, Part II., p. ix) that "it is in some respects the most striking of all the Anglo-Saxon remains, inasmuch as a departure from the mere conventional style of such compositions is very perceptible in it. It contains some passages of real poetical beauty, and a good deal of fancy." Brooke says (op. cit., p. 443): "This is the last of the important poems of the eighth century. It is good, but not very good. The older part, if my conjecture be right, is the best, and its reworking by Cynewulf has so broken it up that its dignity is much damaged. The shaping is rude, but the imagination has indeed shaped it." ten Brink says (p. 53): "Cynewulf himself has immortalized this vision in a poem, giving utterance to an irrepressible emotion, but still exhibiting the delicate lines of a beautifully designed composition." The other Germans are usually so taken up with technical and mechanical questions that they leave no room for æsthetic considerations. Whether Cynewulf wrote the poem or not,—and the probabilities favor his authorship, though we may not hesitate to say with Morley, "I don't know,"—it is certainly the work of a gifted Christian poet, who reverences the cross as the means of the redemption of mankind.

This brief Introduction will, it is hoped, be sufficient to interest the reader in the accompanying translations of some of the finest pieces of Old English poetry that remain to us from the eighth, ninth, and tenth centuries. The earlier period was the golden age of Old English poetry in the Northumbrian dialect, which poetry, there is good reason to think, was copied into the West-Saxon dialect, and it now remains to us only in that form; for, when the Northmen harried Northumbria, destroyed its monasteries, massacred its inhabitants, and settled in its homes, manuscripts perished, and the light of learning in Western Europe was extinguished. It is sufficient to recall King Alfred's oft-quoted lament, in the Preface to his translation of Pope Gregory's "Pastoral Care," to realize the position held by Northumbria in respect to culture, and when learning was restored in Wessex by the efforts of the king himself, and poetry again revived, it shone but by a reflected light. Still we should treasure all that remains, and the Old English language should be at least as well known as Latin is now, and should occupy as prominent a position in education and general culture. Until that millennial period arrives, translations of Old English poems may not be without service.

[1] Crow's "Maldon and Brunnanburh," 1897.

ABBREVIATIONS IN NOTES.

- B. = Bouterwek;

- C. = Cook;

- Gm. = Grimm;

- Gn. = Grein;

- K. = Kemble;

- Kl. = Kluge;

- Kr. = Körner;

- S. = Sievers;

- Sw. = Sweet;

- Th. = Thorpe;

- W. = Wülker;

- Z. = Zupitza;

- Zl. = Zernial.

CYNEWULF'S ELENE.

I.

Whén had elapsed in course of years

Two hundred and three, reckoned by number,

And thirty alsó, in measure of time,

Of winters for th' world, since mighty God

Became incarnate, of kings the Glory,

5

Upón mid-earth in human form,

Light of the righteous; then sixth was the year

Of Constantine's imperial sway,

Since hé o'er the realm of the Roman people,

The battle-prince, as ruler was raised.

10

The ward of his folk, skilful with shield,

Was gracious to earls. Strong grew the ætheling's [1]

Might 'neath the heavens. Hé was true king,

War-keeper of men. God him strengthened

With honor and might, that to many became he

15

Throughoút this earth to men a joy,

To nations a vengeance, when weapon he raised

Against his foes. Him battle was offered,

Tumult of war. A host was assembled,

Folk of the Huns and fame-loving Goths;

20

War-brave they went, the Franks and the Hugs. [2]

Bold were the men [in battle-byrnies, Gn.],

Ready for war. Bright shone the spears,

The ringéd corselets. With shouts and shields

They hoisted the standards. The heroes were there

25

Plainly assembled, and [host, Gn.] all together.

The multitude marched. A war-song howled

The wolf in the wood, war-secret concealed not;

The dew-feathered eagle uplifted his song

On the trail of his foes. Hastened quickly

30

O'er cities of giants [3] the greatest of war-hosts

In bands to battle, such as king of the Huns

Of dwellers-around anywhere might,

Of city-warriors, assemble to war.

Went greatest of armies,—the footmen were strengthened

35

With chosen bands,—till in foreign land

The fighters-with-darts upón the Danube's

Bank were encamping, the brave in heart,

'Round the welling of waters, with tumult of host.

The realm of the Romans they wished to oppress,

40

With armies destroy. Thére was Huns' coming

Known to the people. Then bade the Cæsar

Against the foes his comrades in war

'Neath arrow-flight in greatest haste

Gather for fight, form battle-array

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The heroes 'neath heavens. The Romans were,

Men famed for victory, quickly prepared

With weapons for war, though lesser army

Had théy for the battle than king of the Huns. [4]

They rode 'round the valiant: then rattled the shield,

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The war-wood clanged: the king with host marched,

With army to battle. Aloft sang the raven,

Dark and corpse-gréedy. The band was in motion.

The horn-bearers blew, [5] the heralds called,

Steed stamped the earth. The host assembled

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Quickly for contest. The king was affrighted,

With terror disturbed, after the strangers,

The Huns' and Hreths' hóst they [6] observed,

That it [7] on the Romans' kingdom's border

'Round the bank of the river a band assembled,

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A countless crowd. Heart-sorrow bore

The Romans' ruler, of realm he hoped not

For want of force; had warriors too few,

Trusty comrades, 'gainst th' overmight

Of the brave for battle. The army encamped,

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The earls 'round the ætheling nigh to the river

In neighboring plain a night-long time,

After force of their foes they first beheld.

Thén in his sleep was shown to him,

To the Cæsar himself where he slept 'mid his men,

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By the victory-famed seen, a vision of dream.

Effulgent it seemed him, in form of a man,

White and hue-bright, some one of heroes

More splendid appeared than ere or since

He saw 'neath the heavens. From sleep he awaked

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With boar-sign bedecked. The messenger quickly,

Bright herald of glory, to him made address

And called him by name (the night-veil vanished):

"To thee, Constantine, bade King of the angels,

Wielder of fates, his favor grant,

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The Lord of Hosts. Fear not for thyself,

Though thee the strangers threaten with terror,

With battle severe. Look thou to heaven,

To the Lord of glory: there help wilt thou find,

A token of victory." Soon was he ready

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At hest of the holy, his heart-lock unloosed,

Upwards he looked as the messenger bade him,

Trusty peace-wéaver. He saw bright with gems

Fair rood of glory o'er roof of the clouds

Adorned with gold: the jewels shone,

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The glittering tree with letters was written

Of brightness and light: "With this beacon thou

On the dangerous journey [8] wilt the foe overcome,

The loathly host let." The light then departed,

Ascended on high, and the messenger too,

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To the realm of the pure. The king was the blither

And freer from sorrow, chieftain of men,

In thoughts of his soul, for thát fair sight.

II.

Bade then a likeness [9] defender of æthelings,

Ring-giver of heroes, to that beacon he saw,

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Leader of armies, that in heaven before

To him had appeared, with greatest haste

[Bade] Constantine [like] the rood of Christ,

The glorious king, a token make.

He bade then at dawn with break of day

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His warriors rouse and onset of battle,

The standard raise, and that holy tree

Before him carry, 'mid host of foes

God's beacon bear. The trumpets sang

Aloud 'fore the hosts. The raven rejoiced, [10]

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The dew-feathered eagle beheld the march,

Fight of the fierce cries, the wolf raised his howl,

The wood's frequenter. War-terror arose.

There was shattering of shields and mingling of men,

Heavy handstroke and felling of foes,

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After in arrow-flight first they had met.

On the fated folk showers of darts,

Spears over shields into hosts of foes,

Sword-fierce foemen battle-adders

With force of fingers forwards impelled.

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The strong-hearted stepped, pressed onwards at once,

Broke the shield-covers, thrust in their swords,

Battle-brave hastened. Then standard was raised,

Sign 'fore the host, song of victory sung.

The golden helmet, the spear-points glistened

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On field of battle. The heathen perished,

Peaceless they fell. Forthwith they fled,

The folk of the Huns, when that holy tree

The king of the Romans bade raise on high,

Fierce in the fight. The warriors became

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Widely dispersed. Some war took away;

Some with labor their lives preserved

Upon that march; some half-alive

Fled to the fastness and life protected

Behind the stone-cliffs, held their abode

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Around the Danube; some drowning took off

In the stream of the river at the end of their life.

Then wás of the proud ones the force in joy;

They followed the foreigners forth until even

From break of day. The ash-darts flew,

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Battle-adders. The heap was destroyed, [11]

Shield-band of foes. Very few came

Of the host of the Huns home again thence.

Thén it was plain that victory gave

To Constantine the King Almighty

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In the work of that day, glorious honor,

Might 'neath the heavens, through the tree of his rood.

Went helmet of hosts home again thence,

In booty rejoicing (the battle was ended),

Honored in war. Came warriors' defence

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With band of his thanes to deck the strong shield, [12]

War-renowned king, to visit his cities.

Bade warriors' ward the wisest men

Swiftly to synod, who wisdom's craft

Through writings of old had learnt to know,

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Held in their hearts counsels of heroes.

Then thát gan inquire chief of the folk,

Victory-famed king, throughout the wide crowd,

If any there were, elder or younger,

Who him in truth was able to tell,

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Make known by speech, what the god were,

The giver of glory, [13] "whose beacon this was,

That seemed me so sheen, and saved my people,

Brightest of beacons, and gave to me glory,

War-speed against foes, through that beautiful tree."

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They him any answer at all were unable

To give in reply, nor could they full well

Clearly declare of that victory-sign.

Thén did the wisest speak out in words

Before the armed host, that Heaven-king's

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Token it was, and of that was no doubt.

When they that heard who in baptism's lore

Instructed had been, light was their mind,

Rejoicing their soul, though of them there were few,

That they 'fore the Cæsar might dare to proclaim

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The gift of the gospel, how the spirits' Defence,

In form of the Trinity worshipped in glory,

Incarnate became, Brightness of kings,—

And how on the cross was God's own Son

Hanged 'fore the hosts with hardest pains;

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The Son men saved from the bonds of devils,

Sorrowful spirits, and a gift to them gave

Through thát same sign that appeared to him

Before his own eyes the token of victory

'Gainst onset of nations; and how the third day

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From out of the tomb the Glory of heroes,

From death, arose, the Lord of all

The race of mankind, and to Heaven ascended.

So with cunning of mind in secrets of soul

They said to the victor as they by Sylvester [14]

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Instructed had been. From him the folk-chíef

Baptism received, and continued to hold it

For the time of his days at the will of the Lord.

III.

Thén was in bliss the giver of treasure,

The battle-brave king. To him was new joy

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Inspired in his soul; greatest of comforts

And highest of hopes was heaven's Defence.

Then gan he God's law by day and by night

Through gift of the Spirit with zeal proclaim,

And truly himself devoted he eagerly,

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Gold-friend of men, to the service of God,

Spear-famed, unfaltering. Then found the ætheling,

Defence of his folk, through learned men, [15]

War-brave, spear-bold, in books of God,

Whére had been hanged with shouts of the host

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On tree of the rood the Ruler of heaven

Through envy and hate, just ás the old fiend

Misled with his lies, the people deceived,

The race of the Jews, so that God himself

They hanged, Lord of hosts: hence in misery shall they

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For ever and ever punishment suffer.

Then praise of Christ by the Cæsar was

In the thoughts of his mind [16] always remembered

For that great tree, and his mother he bade

Gó on a journey with a band of men

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To [land of] the Jews, earnestly seek

With host of warriors where that tree of glory

Holy 'neath earth hidden might be,

The noble King's rood. Helena would not

On that expedition be slow to start,

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Nor that joy-giver's command neglect,

Her own [dear] son's, but soon she [17] was ready

For the wished-for journey, as the helmet of men,

Of mail-clad warriors, her had commanded.

Gan then with speed the crowd of earls

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Hasten to ship. [18] The steeds of the sea

'Round the shore of the ocean ready were standing,

Cabled sea-horses, at rest on the water.

Then plainly was known the voyage of the lady,

When the welling of waves she sought with her folk.

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There many a proud one at Wendel-sea

Stood on the shore. They severally hastened

Over the mark-paths, band after band,

And then they loaded with battle-sarks,

With shields and spears, with mail-clad warriors,

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With men and women, the steeds of the sea.

Then they let o'er the billows the foamy ones go,

The high wave-rushers. The hull oft received

O'er the mingling of waters the blows of the waves.

The sea resounded. Not since nor ere heard I

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On water-stream a lady lead,

On ocean-street, a fairer force.

There might he see, who that voyage beheld,

Burst o'er the bath-way the sea-wood, hasten

'Neath swelling sails, the sea-horse play,

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The wave-floater sail. The warriors were blithe,

Courageous in mind; queen joyed in her journey.

After to haven the ringèd-prowed

O'er the sea-fastness had finished their course

To the land of the Greeks, they let the keels

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At the shore of the sea beat by the breakers,

The old sea-dwellings at anchor fast,

On the water await the fate of the heroes,

When the warlike queen with her band of men

Over the east-ways should seek them again.

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There wás on [each] earl easily seen

The braided byrnie and tested sword,

Glittering war-weeds, many a helmet,

Beautiful boar-sign. The spear-warriors were,

Men 'round victor-queen, prepared for the march,

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Brave war-heroes. They marched with joy

Into land of the Greeks, the Cæsar's heralds,

Battle-warriors with armor protected.

There wás to be seen treasure-gem set

'Mid that army-host, gift of their lord.

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[Then] wás the blessed Helena mindful,

Bold in her thought, of the prince's will,

Eager in mind, in that shé of the Jews,

O'er the army-fields with tested band

Of warriors-with-shields, the land was seeking,

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With host of men; so it after befell

In little while that thát force of men,

War-famed heroes, to Híerusalem [19]

Came to the city the greatest of crowds,

Spear-famed earls, with the noble queen.

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IV.

Bade she then order the dwellers-in-city

Most skilled in lore, those far and wide

Among the Jews, each one of men,

For council-talk in meeting to come,

Whó most deeply the secrets of God

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By righteous law were able to tell.

Then was assembled from distant ways

No little crowd who Moses' law

Were able to tell. In number there were

Of thousands three of thóse [learned] men

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Chosen for lore. The lovely woman

The men of the Hebrews with words gan address:

"I thát most surely have learnt to know

Through secret words of prophets [of old]

In the books of God, that in days of yore

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Ye worthy were of the glorious King,

Dear to the Lord and daring in deed.

Lo! yé that wisdom [very, Gn.] unwisely,

Wrongly, rejected, when him ye condemned

Who you from the curse through might of his glory,

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From torment of fire, thought to redeem,

From fetters' force. Ye filthily spat

On hís fair face who light of the eyes

From blindness [restored], a remedy brought

To you anew by that noble spittle,

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And often preserved you fróm the unclean

Spirits of devils. This one to death

Ye gan adjudge, who self from death

Many awakened 'mong host of men

Of your own race to the former life.

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So blinded in mind ye gan conjoin

Lying with truth, light with darkness,

Hatred with mercy, with evil thoughts

Ye wickedness wove; therefore the curse

You guilty oppresses. The purest Might

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Ye gan condemn, and have lived in error,

In thoughts benighted, until this day.

Go ye now quickly, with prudence select

Men firm in wisdom, crafty in word,

Who yóur own law, with excellence skilled,

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In thoughts of their minds most thoroughly have,

Who to me truly are able to say,

Answer to tell for you hencefórth

Of each one of tokens that I from thee seek."

They went then away sorry-in-mind,

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The law-clever earls, oppressed with fear,

Sad in their grief, earnestly sought

The wisest men in secrets of words,

That they to the queen might answer well

Both of good and of ill, as shé from them sought.

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Then théy 'mong the host a thousand of men

Found clever in mind whó the old story

Among the Jews most readily knew.

Then they pressed in a crowd where in pomp awaited

On kingly throne the Cæsar's mother, [20]

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Stately war-queen with gold adorned.

Helena spake and said 'fore the earls:

"Hear, clever in mind, the holy secret,

Word and wisdom. Lo! yé the prophets'

Teaching received, hów the Life-giver

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In form of a child incarnate became,

Ruler of might. Of him Moses sang

And spake this [word], [21] warden of Israel:

'To yóu shall be born a child in secret

Renowned in might, though his mother shall nót

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Be filled with fruit through love of a man.'

Of him David the king a kingly psalm sang,

The wise old sage, father of Solomon,

And spake this word, prince of warriors:

'The God of creation before me I saw,

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Lord of victories. He wás in my sight,

Ruler of hosts, upon my right hand,

Guardian of glory. Thence turn I nót

Ever in life my countenance from him.' [22]

So it again of you Isaiah

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'Fore the people, the prophet, foretold in words,

Thinking profoundly by spirit of the Lord:

'I raised upon high sons young in years,

And children begat, to whom glory I gave,

Heart-comfort holy: but théy me rejected,

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With enmity hated, forethought possessed not,

Wisdom of mind, and the wretched cattle,

That on each day one drives and strikes,

Their well-doer know, not at áll with revenge

Bear hate to their friends who give them fodder.

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And the folk of Israel never were willing

Me to acknowledge, though many for them,

In worldly course, of wonders I wrought.' [23]

V.

"Lo! thát we heard through holy books,

That the Lord to you gave blameless glory,

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The Maker, mights' Speed, to Moses said

How the King of heaven ye should obey,

His teaching perform. Of that ye soon wearied,

And counter to right ye had contended;

Ye shunned the bright Creator of all,

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The Lord [of Lords], [24] and followed error

'Gainst right of God. Now quickly go

And find ye still who writings of old

Through craft of wit the best may know,

Your books of law, that answer to me

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Through prudent mind they may return."

Went then with a crowd depressed in mind

The proud in heart, as thém the queen bade.

Found they five hundred of cunning men,

Chosen comrades, who craft of lore

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Through memory of mind the most possessed,

Wisdom in spirit. They back to the hall

In little while again were summoned,

Wards of the city. The queen them gan

With words address (she glanced over all):

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"Often ye silly actions performed,

Accursèd wretches, and writings despised,

Lore of your fathers, ne'er more than now,

When ye of your blindness the Healer rejected,

Ánd ye contended 'gainst truth and right,

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That in Bethlehem the child of the Ruler,

The only-born King, incarnate was,

The Prince of princes. Though the law ye knew,

Words of the prophets, ye wére not then willing,

Workers of sin, the truth to confess."

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With one mind then they answered her:

"Lo! wé the Hebrew law have learned,

That in days of old our fathers knew,

At the ark of God, nor know we well

Why thou so fiercely, lady, with us

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Hast angry become. We know not the wrong

That wé have done amid this nation,

Chiefest of crimes [25] against thee ever."

Helena said and 'fore the earls spake

Without concealment; the lady proclaimed

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Aloud 'fore the hosts: "Now go ye quickly,

Seek out apart who wisdom with you

Might and mindcraft the most may have,

That each of the things they boldly may tell me,

Without delay, that I from them seek."

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Went they then from the council as the mighty queen,

Bold in the palace, them had commanded,

Sorry-in-mind eagerly searched they,

With cunning sought, what were the sin

That they in the folk might have committed

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Against the Cæsar, for which the queen blames them.

Then there 'fore the earls óne them addressed,

Cunning in songs (his name was Judas),

Crafty in word: "I surely know,

That she will seek of the victor-tree

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On which once suffered the Ruler of nations

Free from all faults, own Son of God,

Whom though guiltless [26] of every sin

Through hatred hanged upon the high tree

In days of old oúr own fathers.

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That was terrible thought. There is now great need

That we with firmness strengthen our minds,

That we of this murder become not informers,

Where the holy tree was hidden away

After the war-storm, lest máy be rejected

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The wise old writings and óf our fathers

The lore be lost. Not long will it be [27]

That of Israelites the noble race

Over the mid-earth may reign any more,

The law-craft of earls, if this be revealed:

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That same long ago mine elder father

Victory-famed said (his name was Zacchaéus),

The wise old man, to mine own father,

[Who afterwards made it known to his, Gn.][29] son,

(He went from this world), and spake this word:

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'If to thée that happen in the days of thy life,

That thou may'st hear of that holy tree

Wise men inquire and questionings raise

Of that victor-wood on which the true King

Was hanged on high, Guardian of heaven,

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Child of all peace, then quickly declare it,

Mine own dear son, ere death thee remove.

Ne'er may after that the folk of the Hebrews,

The wise in counsel, their kingdom hold,

Rule over men, but their fame shall live

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And their dominion [be glorified ever, Gn.], [28]

To world of worlds with joy be filled,

Who the King that was hanged honor and praise.'

VI.

"Then quickly I to mine own father,

The old law-sage, answer returned:

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'How might that happen on kingdom of earth

That they on the holy their hands should lay

For reaving of life, oúr own fathers,

Through hostile mind, if they ere knew

That he were Christ, the King in heaven,

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True son of Creator, Saviour of souls.'

Then to mé mine elder answer returned,

Wise in his mind my father replied:

'Perceive, young man, the might of God,

The name of the Saviour. That is to each man

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Unutterable. Him may no one

Upon this earth [ever] find out.

Never that plan that this people framed

Was I willing to follow, but I always myself

Held aloof from their crimes, by no means wrought shame

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To mine own spirit. To them earnestly often

On account of their wrong I made opposition,

When the learned-in-lore counsel were taking,

Were seeking in soul how the Son of their Maker,

Men's Helm, [29] they might hang, the Lord of all,

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Both angels and men, noblest of children.

They might not so foolish death fasten on him,

Miserable men, as they ere weened,

Afflict with pains, though he for a time

Upon the cross his spirit gave up,

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Victor-child of God. Then afterwards was

Raised from the rood the Ruler of heavens,

Glory of all glories, three nights after

Within the tomb was he abiding

Under the darkness, and then on third day,

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Light of all light, he living arose,

Prince of angels, and he to his thanes,

True Lord of victories, himself revealed,

Bright in his fame. Then did thy brother

In time receive the bath of baptism,

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Enlightening belief. For love of the Lord

Was Stephen then with stones assailed,

Nor ill gave for ill, but for foes of old

Patient implored, prayed King of glory

That he the woe-deed would not lay to their charge,

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In thát through hate the innocent One,

Guiltless of sins, by the teachings of Saul

They robbed of life, as he through enmity

To misery many of the folk of Christ

Condemned, to death. Yet later the Lord

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Mercy him showed, that to many became he

Of people for comfort, when the God of creation,

Saviour of men, had changed his name,

And afterwards he the holy Paul

Was called by name, and no one than he

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Of teachers of faith, [no] other, was better

'Neath roof of heaven afterwards ever

Of those man or woman brought into the world,

Although he Stephen with stones them bade

Slay on the mountain, thine own brother.

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Now may'st thou hear, mine own dear son,

How gracious ís the Ruler of all,

Though we transgression 'gainst him oft commit,

The wound of sins, if we soon after

For those misdeeds repentance work

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Ánd from unrighteousness afterwards cease.

Therefore I truly, and my dear father,

After believed [in the Giver of life, Gn.],

That he had suffered, God of all glories,

Leader of life, painful penalty

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For mighty need of the race of men.

Therefore I teach thee through secret of song,

My dearest child, that scornful words,

Hatred or blasphemy, never thou work,

Fierce contradiction 'gainst the Son of God.

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Then wilt thou merit that thee life eternal,

Best of rewards, shall be given in heaven.'

Thus mine own father in days of old

Me unwaxen with words did teach,

Instruct with true speech (his name was Simon),

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Man wise in words. Now well do ye know

What of that in your thought may seem to you best

Plainly to tell, if us this queen

Shall ask of that tree, now mine own mind

And thought of heart ye [well] do know."

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Him then in reply the cleverest of all

In the crowd of men with words addressed:

"Ne'er did we hear any of men

Among this folk save thee just now,

Another thane, declare in this manner

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Of so secret event. Do as [best] seems thee,

Thou wise in old lore, if thou be questioned

'Mong the host of men. Of wisdom has need,

Of wary words and sage's cunning,

Who shall to the noble one answer return

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Before such a host among the assembly."

VII.

Words waxed in speech; men counsel took

On every side; some hither, some thither,

Considered and thought. Then came many thanes

To the people's assembly. The heralds called,

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The Cæsar's criers: "This queen you invites,

Men, to the hall, that the council-decisions

Ye rightly may tell. Of rede have ye need

In the place of assembly, of wisdom of mind."

Ready they were, the sad-in-mind

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People's protectors, when they were summoned

Through stern command; to court they went

Craft's might to tell. Then gan the queen

The Hebrew men in words address,

Ask the life-weary of writings of old,

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How ere in the world the prophets sang,

Men holy in spirit, of the Son of God,

Where the Prince [of the people] his sufferings bore,

True son of Creator, for love of souls.

Stubborn they were, harder than stone,

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Would not that secret rightly make known

Nor answer to her any would tell,

Anger-provokers, of what she sought,

But they of each word made a denial,

Firm in their minds, of what she gan ask,

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Said that in life they any such thing

Nor ere nor since ever had heard of.

Helena spake and angrily said:

"I [now] in truth to you will say,—

And of this in your life there shall be no deception,—

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If ye in this falseness longer continue

With treacherous lying, who stand here before me,

That you on the mountain bale-fire shall take,

Hottest of war-waves, and your corpses consume,

The lambent flame, so for yoú shall that lie

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To leaving of life [surely] be turned.

Ye may not prove that word, which ye just now in wrong

Concealed 'neath heaps [30] of sins. Nor may ye hide that fate,

Obscure its deepest might." In thought of death they were

Of pyre and life's end, and delivered then one

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Well-skilled in songs (to him the name Judas

Was given 'fore kinsmen);—him they gave to the queen,

Said of him very wise: "He may truth to thee tell,

Fate's secrets reveal, as thou askest in words,

The law from beginning forth to the end.

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He is before earth of noble race,

Wise in word-craft and son of a prophet,

Bold in council. To him 'tis inborn

That he the answers clever may have,

Knowledge in heart. He to thée shall declare

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'Fore the crowd of men the gift of wisdom

Through mickle might, as thy mind desires."

In peace she permitted each one to seek

His own [dear] home, and him alone took,

Judas, as hostage, and earnestly prayed

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That he of the rood would rightly teach,

Which of old in its bed was long concealed,

And she himself apart to her called.

Helena spake to him alone,

Glory-rich queen: "For thee two are ready,

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Or life or death, as liefer shall be,

To thee to choose. Now quickly declare

To which of the two thou wilt agree."

Judas to her spake again (he might not the sorrow avoid,

Avert the ire of the empress. [31] In the power of the queen was he):

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"How maý him befall who oút on the waste,

Tired and foodless, treads the moorland,

Oppressed with hunger, and bread and stone

Both in his sight together [32] shall be,

The hard and the soft, that he take the stone

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For hunger's defence, care nót for the bread,

Return to want and reject the food,

Renounce the better, if both he enjoys?"

VIII.

To him then the blessed answer returned,

Helena 'fore earls without concealment:

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"If thou in heaven willest to have

Dwelling with angels and life on earth,

Reward in the skies, tell me quickly

Where rests the rood of the King of heaven

Holy 'neath earth, which yé now long

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Through sin of murder from men have concealed."

Judas replied (his mind was sad,

Heat in his heart and woe for both,

Whether hope of heaven with [all] his soul

He should renounce, along with his present

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Kingdom 'neath skies, or show the rood):

"How may I that find that long ago happened

In course of winters? Now many are gone,

Two hundred or more, reckoned by number;

I may not recount, now the number I know not.

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Now many have since departed this life,

Of wise and good who were before us,

Of clever men. In youth was I

In later days afterwards born,

A child in years. I cannot what I know not

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Find in my heart that so long ago happened."

Helena spake to him in answer:

"How has it happened among this people,

That ye so much in mind retain,

Each one of all signs, just as the Trojans

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In fight effected? 'Twas greater terror, [33]

Well-known old war, than this noble event,

In course of years. Ye that can well

Quickly recount, how many there were

In number of men in that murderous fight

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Of throwers-with-darts fallen in death

Under the shield-hedge. Ye have the graves

Under the stone-slopes, and likewise the places

And the number of winters in writings set down."

Judas replied (great sorrow he bore):

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"That work of war, we, lady mine,

Through direful need remember well,

And that tumult of war in writing set down,

The bearing of nations, but this one never

By any man's mouth have we heard

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Made known to men except here now."

The noble queen gave answer to him:

"Thou resistest too much both truth and right

Of the tree of life, and now little before

Thou truly said'st of that victor-tree

665

To thine own people, and now turn'st to a lie."

To her Judas said that he spake that in sorrow

And doubt extreme, worse evil expected.

Him quickly answered the Cæsar's mother:

"Lo! that have we heard through holy books

670

Made known to men that there was hanged

On Calvarý the King's free child,

God's Spirit-son. Thou fully shalt

Wisdom reveal, as writings tell,

About the plain, where the place may be,

675

That Calvarý, ere misery take thee,

Death for thy sins, that I afterwards may

Purify ít at the will of Christ,

For help to men, that holy God,

Almighty Lord, the thought of my heart

680

My wish may fulfil, men's Giver of glory,

Helper of souls." Her Judas answered,

Stubborn in mind: "I know not the place

Nor aught of the plain, nor the thing do I know."

Helena spake with angry mind:

685

"This do I swear through the Son of the Maker

The hangèd God, that with hunger thou shalt

Before thy kinsmen be put to death,

Unless thou forsake these lying tales

And plainly to me the truth make known."

690

Then bade she with band him lead alive,

The guilty one cast (the servants delayed not)

Intó a dry pit, where robbed of joy,

He lingered in sorrows seven nights' time

Within the prison oppressed with hunger,

695

Fastened with fetters, and then gan he call,

Weakened by pains, on the seventh day,

Tired and foodless (his strength was exhausted):

"I you beseech through heaven's God,

That me from these sufferings ye maý release,

700

Humbled by hunger. Of that holy tree

Shall I willingly tell, now longer I may not

For hunger conceal it. This bond is too strong,

Distress too severe, and this misery too hard

In number of days. I may not endure it,

705

Nor longer conceal of the tree of life,

Though with folly before I was thoroughly filled,

And the truth too late I myself have perceived."

IX.

When she that heard, who men there ordered,

The man's behavior, she quickly commanded

710

That him from confinement and out of his dungeon,

From the narrow abode, they shóuld release.

They hastily thát did soon perform

And him with honor then led they up

From out of the prison as them the queen bade.

715

Stepped they then to the place, the firm-in-mind,

Upon the hill on which the Lord

Before was hanged, heaven-kingdom's Ward,

God's child, on the cross, and yet knew he not well,

Weakened by hunger, where the holy rood

720

Through cunning of foe [34] enclosed in earth,

721-2

Long firm in its bed concealed from men,

Remained in its grave. Now raised he his voice,

Unmindful [35] of might, and in Hebrew he spake:

725

"Saviour Lord, thou hast power of rule,

And thou didst create through the might of thy glory

Heaven and earth and the boisterous sea,

The ocean's wide bosom, all creatures alike,

And thou didst measure with thine own hands

730

All the globe of the earth and the heaven above,

And thou thyself sittest, Wielder of victories,

Above the noblest order of angels,

That fly through the air encircled with light,

Great might of glory. There mankind may not

735

From the paths of earth ascend on high

In bodily form with thát bright host,

Heralds of glory. These wroughtest thou,

And for thíne own service thém didst thou set,

Holy and heavenly. Of these in the choir

740

In joy eternal six are named,

Who are surrounded with six wings apiece,

[With them are] adorned, [and] fair they shine.

Of these are four who ever in flight

The service of glory attend upon

745

Before the face of the Judge eternal,

Continually sing in glory the praise,

With clearest voices, of the King of heaven,

Most beauteous of songs, and say these words

With voices pure (their name Cherubím):

750

'Holy is the holy God of archangels,

Ruler of hosts. Full of his glory

Are heaven and earth and all the high powers

With glory distinguished,' There are two among these,

Victor-race in heaven, who Seraphím

755

By name are called. They sháll Paradise

And the tree of life with flaming sword

Holy maintain. The hard-edged trembles,

The etched brand wavers, and changes its form,

Firm in their grips. Thát, [36] O Lord God,

760

Ever thou wieldest, and thou the sinful,

Guilt-working foes out of the heavens,

The foolish, didst cast. The accursèd host then

Under dwellings of darkness was forced to fall

To perdition of hell. There now in the welling

765

Endure they death-pain in the dragon's embrace,

Enclosed in darkness. [Thee] he resisted,

Thy princely rule; therefore in misery,

Full [37] of all foulness, he guilty shall suffer,

Slavery endure. There may he not

770

Thy word reject: he is fast in torments,

The author of sin, in misery bound.

If thy will it be, Ruler of angels,

That he may reign who was on the rood,

And who through Mary upon the mid-earth

775

Incarnate became in form of a child,

Prince of the angels (if hé had not been

Thy Son free from sin, never so many

True wonders in world would hé have wrought

In number of days. Thou wouldst not from death

780

So gloriously him, Ruler of nations,

Have awaked 'fore the hosts, if hé in glory

Through the bright [maid] were not thy Son),—

Now, Father of angels, send forth thy sign.

As thou didst hear the holy man,

785

Moses, in prayer, when thou, God of might,

Didst show to the earl at the noble time

Under the hill-slope the bones of Joseph,

So, Ruler of hosts, if it be thy will,

Through that bright form I'll pray to thee

790

That to me the gold-hoard, Maker of spirits,

Thou wilt reveal, that has been from men

[So] long concealed. Let, Author of life,

Now from this plain a winsome smoke

'Neath heaven's expanse mount up on high

795

Playing in the air. I'll the better believe,

And I'll the more firmly stablish my mind,

Undoubting trust, upon the hanged Christ,

That hé be in truth the Saviour of souls,

Eternal, Almighty, Israel's King,

800

Forever may have glory in heaven,

Rule without end the dwellings eternal."

X.

Then out of that place a vapor arose

Like smoke 'neath the heavens. Thére was rejoiced

The mind of the man. With both his hands,

805

Happy and láw-clever, upward he clapped.

Judas exclaimed, clever in thought:

"Now I in truth myself have known

In my hardened heart that thou art the Saviour

Of [this] mid-earth. To thee, God of might,

810

Sitting in glory, be thanks without end,

That to me so sad and so full of sin

Thou revealed'st in glory the secrets of fate.

Now, Son of God, to thee will I pray,

Will-giver of peoples, now I know that thou art

815

Declared and born of all kings the Glory,

That thou no longer be of my sins,

Those which I committed by no means seldom,

O Maker, mindful. Let mé, God of might,

Amid the number of thine own kingdom

820

With the army of saints my dwelling have

In that bright city, where is my brother

Honored in glory, for that faith with thee

He, Stephen, kept, though with handfuls of stones

He was pelted to death. War's meed he has,

825

Fame without end. There are in books

The wonders he wrought, in writings, made known."

Then gan he glad for the tree of glory,

Constant in zeal, delve in the earth

Beneath the turf, so thát at twenty

830

Feet by measure he found far concealed,

Down in the depths hidden in the earth

'Neath cover of darkness,—there found he three

Of roods together within the sad house

Buried in sand, as in days of old

835

The host of the wicked covered with earth,

The folk of the Jews. 'Gainst the child of God

Hatred they raised, although they should not,

If the lore they'd not heard of the father of lies.

Then wás his mind greatly rejoiced,

840

His heart was strengthened by that holy tree,

His spirit inspired, when the beacon he saw

Holy 'neath earth. With his hands he clasped

The cross [38] of glory, and it raised 'mid the crowd

From its grave in the earth. The guests on foot,

845

The æthelings, went on into the city.

They set there in sight three victor-trees

The firm-minded earls 'fore Helena's feet, [39]

Courageous in heart. The queen rejoiced

In the depth of her soul, and then gan ask

850

On which of those trees the Son of the Ruler,

Joy-giver of heroes, hangèd had been.

"Lo! thát we have heard through holy books

By tokens declared, that two with-him

[Also] suffered, and himself was the third

855

On the tree of the rood. All heaven was dark

On that terrible day. Say, if thou canst,

On which of these three the Prince of the angels

Suffered [his doom], the Shepherd of glory."

Her Judas might not (he knew not full well)

860

Plainly inform of the victor-wood,

On which one the Saviour uplifted had been,

Victor-son of God, ere he bade them set

Within the middle of that great city

The trees with clamor, and there await

865

Till to him declared the Almighty King

The wonder 'fore the folk of that tree of glory.

The victor-famed sat, their song they raised,

The wise in rede, 'round the three roods

Until the ninth hour; new joy they had

870

With wonder found. Then came there a crowd,

No little folk, and a man deceased

They brought on a bier with heap of men

In neighborhood [nigh] (ninth hour it was),

A lifeless youth. Then Judas was there

875

In thought of his heart greatly rejoiced.

He bade then set the soul-less [youth],

Deprived of life the corpse on the earth,

The lifeless one, and up he raised,

Declarer of truth, two of the crosses,

880

The wise, in his arms o'er that fated house,

Plunged deep in thought. It was dead as before,

Corpse fast on its bier: the limbs were cold,

Clad in distress. Then wás the third

Holy upraised. The body awaited

885

Until over it the Ætheling's [cross],

His rood, was upraised, Heaven-king's tree,

True token of victory. Soon he arose

Ready in spirit, both together

Body and soul. There praise was uplifted

890

Fair 'mid the folk. The Father they honored,

And also the true Son of the Ruler

They praised in words. Be glory and thanks

To Him without end from all His creatures.

XI.

Then wás to the people in the depth of their souls

895

Impressed on their minds, as ever shall be,

The wonder that wrought the Lord of hosts

For saving of souls of the race of men,

The Teacher of life. There the sinner-through-lies

Then stied in the air, the flying fiend.

900

Gan then exclaim the devil of hell,

The terrible monster, mindful of evils:

"Lo! whát man is this, who now again

With ancient strife my service will ruin,

Increase the old hate, [and] plunder my goods?

905

This contest's increasing. The souls cannot,

Workers of sin, longer within

My power remain, now a stranger is come,

Whom I ere reckoned fast in his sins,

Me has he robbed of every right,

910

Of precious possessions. That's nót a fair course.

To me many harms the Saviour has done,

Contests oppressive, he who in Nazareth

Was reared as a child. As soon as he grew

From childhood's years, he to hím ever turned

915

Mine own possessions. I may not now

In any right thrive. His kingdom is broad

Over the mid-earth. My might is lessened

Under the heavens. The rood I need not

Joyfully praise. Lo! me the Saviour

920

In that narrow home again has confined

Sadly for sorrow. Through Judas before

Joyful I was, and now am I humbled,

Deprived of goods, through Judas again,

Despised and friendless. Still can I find

925

Through evil deeds return hereafter [40]

From the homes of the damned. 'Gainst thee will I rouse

Another king [41] who will persecute thee,

And he will reject thine own instruction,

And sinful manners of mine will he follow,

930

And thee will he send then into the blackest

And into the worst terrors of torments,

That with sorrow beset thou'lt firmly renounce

The hangèd King whom ere thou obeyed'st."

To him then the cunning Judas replied,

935

The battle-brave man (in him Holy Spirit

Was firmly implanted, fire-hot his love,

His wit was welling with warrior's craft),

And this word he spake with wisdom filled:

"Thou need not so strongly, mindful of sins,

940

Sorrow renew, and strife uprear,

Sin-maker of murder, for thee mighty King

In the depths beneath will thrust thee down,

Worker of sin, to miseries' bottom

Deprived of glory, who many of the dead

945

With his word awaked. Know thou the readier,

That thou with folly didst once renounce

Brightest of lights and love of the Lord,

The fairest joy, and in bath of fire,

Surrounded with torments, didst afterwards dwell,

950

Consumed with flame, and there ever shalt,

Hostile in mind, punishment suffer,

Misery endless." Helena heard

How the fiend and the friend contests aroused,

The blest and the base, on both their sides,

955

The sinner and the saint. Her mind was the gladder

For that she heard the hellish foe

[The fiend] overcome, the worker of sins,

And then she wondered at the wit of the man,

How hé so truthful in so little time

960

And so untaught ever became

With wisdom inspired. [Then] thanked she God,

The King of glory, that her wish was fulfilled

Through the Son of God of each of the two,

Bóth for the sight of the victor-tree,

965

Ánd of the faith that [42] so bright she perceived,

The glorious gift in the breast of the man.

XII.

Thén was made known among that folk,

Throughout that nation widely proclaimed,

The great morning-news for a grievance to many

970

Of those who God's law wished to conceal,

Announced in the towns far as waters embrace,

In each of the cities, that the rood of Christ

Once buried in earth had been discovered,

Brightest of beacons, which since or before

975

Holy 'neath heavens had been upheaved;

And it was to the Jews the greatest of sorrows,

Unhappy men, most hateful of fates,

That they 'fore the world were unable to change it,

The joy of the Christians. Then bade the queen

980

'Mong the host of earls heralds to hasten,

Quickly to journey; they should of the Romans

O'er the high sea the lord seek out,

Ánd to that warrior the best of tidings

Say, to himself, that the victor-sign

985

Through Creator's favor had been recovered,

Found in the earth, which ages before

Had been concealed for sorrow to saints,

To Christian folk. Then was to the king

Through the glorious words his spirit gladdened,

990

His heart rejoicing. Then was of inquirers

'Neath golden garments no lack in the cities

Come from afar. To him greatest of comforts

It became in the world at the wished-for tidings,—

His heart delighted,—which army-leaders

995

Over the east-ways, messengers, brought him,

How happy a journey over the swan-road

The men with the queen successfully made

To the land of the Greeks. The Cæsar bade them

With greatest haste again prepare

1000

Themselves for the way. The men delayed not

As soon as they had the answer heard,

The words of the ætheling. Bade he Helena hail,

The war-famed greet, if they the sea-voyage

And happy journey were able to make,

1005

Brave-minded men, to the holy city.

Bade also to her the messengers say

Constantínus, that she a church

On the mountain-slope for gain of both

Should there erect, a temple of God,

1010

On Calvarý, for joy to Christ,

For help to men, where the holy rood

Had béen discovered, greatest of trees,

Of those that earth-dwellers ever heard named

Upon the earth. So she effected,

1015

After dear kinsmen brought from the west

Over the ocean many loved tidings.

Then bade the queen those skilled in crafts

To seek out apart, the best of all,

Those who most cunningly knew how to work

1020

In joinings of stones, on the open plain

God's temple to build. As the Warden of spirits

Her counselled from heaven, she bade the rood

With gold adorn and gems of all kinds,

With the most splendid of precious stones

1025

To set with skill, and in silver chest

To enclose with locks. There that tree of life,

Best of victor-trees, has since remained

In nature eternal. [43] There 'twill be ever ready

A help to the sick 'gainst every ill,

1030

Distress and sorrow. There soon will they

Through that holy creation assistance obtain,

A gift divine. Also Judas received

After fixed time the bath of baptism,

And cleansed became, trustful in Christ,

1035

Dear to the Life-warden. His faith became

Firm in his heart, when the Spirit of comfort

Made his abode in the breast of the man,

To repentance him urged. The better he chose,

The joy of glory, and the worse he refused,

1040

The service of idols, and error rejected,

Unlawful belief. To him King [44] eternal,

The Creator, was mild, God, Ruler of might.

XIII.

Then hé was baptized who often before

The ready light [had long rejected, Gn.],

1045

Inspired was his soul for that better life,

To glory turned. Fate surely ordained

That so full of faith and so dear to God

In realm of the world he should become,

[So] pleasing to Christ. That known became,

1050

After that Helena bade them Eusebius,

Bishop of Rome, into council with her

To bring for help, the very wise [man]

By means of men, [45] to the holy city,

That he might ordain to the sacred office

1055

Judas for the folk in Jerúsalém,

To be their bishop within the city,

Through gift of the Spirit for the temple of God

Chosen with wisdom, and him Cyriácus

Through counsel of wit she afterwards named

1060

A second time. The name was changed

Of the man in the city henceforth for the better,

For the law of the Saviour. Then still Helena's

Mind was disturbed at the wondrous fate,

Very much for the nails, those which the Saviour's

1065

Feet had pierced through and likewise his hands,

With which on the rood the Ruler of Heaven,

Lord mighty, was fastened. Of these gan ask

The Christians' queen, Cyriacus prayed

That still for her, by the might of his spirit,

1070

For the wondrous fate the will he'ld fulfil,

Reveal by his gifts, and shé addressed

This word to the bishop, boldly she spake:

"Thou, earls' defence, the noble tree

Of heavens' King me rightly didst show,

1075

On which was hanged by heathen hands

The Helper of spirits, own Son of God,

Saviour of men. Still of the nails

In thought of my mind curiosity troubles me.

I would thou should'st find those which yet in the earth

1080

Deeply buried remain concealed,

Hidden in darkness. My heart ever sorrows,

Sad it complains and never will rest,

Ere for mé He fulfil, Almighty Father,

Ruler of hosts, mine own desire,

1085

Saviour of men, by sight [46] of the nails,

The Holy from height. Now quickly do thou

With all humility, most excellent man,

Direct thy prayer to the heavens bright,

To the Ruler of glory, pray Strength of warriors,

1090

That to thee may reveal the Almighty King

The hord 'neath the earth, that hidden still,

Concealed from men, in secret abides."

Then gan the holy one strengthen his heart,

Inspired in his breast the bishop of the folk,

1095

Glad-minded, went with a crowd of men

Those praising God, and earnestly then

Cyriacús on Calvarý

Inclined his face, his secret concealed not,

With might of his spirit called upon God

1100

With all humility, prayed Warden of angels

To open to him the unknown fate

In his new distress, where he the nails

Upon the plain Best need expect.

Then caused he the token, where they were looking,

1105

The Father, hope's Spirit, in form of fire

Upwards to rise, where they most noble

By means of men [47] had once been hidden

With secret cunning, the nails in the earth.

Then suddenly came brighter than sun

1110

The playing flame. The people saw

To the giver of their will [48] the wonder made known,

When there out of darkness, like stars of heaven

Or gems of gold, upon the bottom

The nails from the narrow bed shining beneath

1115

Brilliantly glittered. The people rejoiced,

The glad-minded host, spake glory to God

With one accord all, though ere they were

By the devil's deceit long in error,

Estranged from Christ. Thus did they speak:

1120

"Ourselves now we see the token of victory,

True wonder of God, that before we opposed

With lying words. Now is come into light,

Is revealed, fate's course. May glory for this

Have in the highest heaven-kingdom's God!"

1125

Then hé was rejoiced who turned to repentance

Through the Son of God, the people's bishop,

A second time. He took the nails,

Disturbed with fear, ánd to the venerable

Queen did he bring them. Cyriacus had

1130

It all fulfilled as the noble one bade him,

The woman's will. There was sound of weeping,

Hot head-welling was poured o'er her cheeks,

By no means for sorrow. The tears were falling

O'er the plaiting of wires. [49] With glory fulfilled

1135

Was the wish of the queen. She knelt on her knees

With bright belief; she honored the gift,

Rejoicing with joy, which wás to her brought

For help in her sorrows. Then thanked she God,

The Lord of victories, that the truth she had learnt

1140

At that present time, that oft was announced

So long before from creation of the world

For comfort to the people. Shé was inspired

With the gift of wisdom, and his dwelling held

Holy Spirit of heaven, guarded her breast,

1145

Her noble heart. So her the Almighty

Victor-son of God after protected.

XIV.

Then eagerly gan she with secrets of soul

Seek in her spirit by soothfastnéss

The way to glory. Now God of hosts

1150

His help bestowed, the Father in heaven,

Almighty King, that the queen obtained

Her will in the world. The prophecy was

By sages of old sung long before

All from beginning, as it afterwards happened

1155

In respect to each thing. The folk-queen began

Through gift of the Spirit gladly to seek

With greatest care how best the nails,

And in manner most worthy, she might apply

For joy to the folk, what was will of the Lord.

1160

Bade she then fetch a very wise man

Quickly to counsel, him who wisdom

Through clever might thoroughly knew,

Wise in his heart, and gan him ask

What in his soul seemed to him best

1165

To do about that, and his teachings she chose

In respect to her conduct. Her boldly [50] he answered:

"That is becoming that word of the Lord

Thou hold in heart, holy counsel,

Most excellent queen, and the King's command

1170

Gladly fulfil, now God has thee given

Success of soul and craft of wit,

The Saviour of men. Bid thou these nails

For that most excellent of earthly kings,

Of owners of cities, put on his bridle

1175

For bit to his horse. To many that shall,

Throughout the mid-earth, become renowned,

When with that in contest he may overcome

Each one of his foes, when the brave-in-war

On either side the battle seek,

1180

Sword-contenders, where they strive for victory,

Foe against foe. War-speed shall he have,

Victory in fight and everywhere peace,

In battle success, who carries in front

The bridle on horse, when the famed-in-fight

1185

At clashing of spears, the choicest of men,

Bear shield and lance. To each one of men

Against war-terror shall be invincible

This weapon in war. The seer of it sang,

Cunning in thought. Deep moved his mind,

1190

His wit of wisdom. This word he spake:

'That shall be known that the horse of the king

Shall 'neath the proud with bit be adorned,

With bridle-rings. That beacon to God

Shall holy be called, and that one valor-blessed,

1195

Honored in war, who rides on that horse.'"

With haste then that did all perform

Helena 'fore earls, bade the ætheling's,

Heroes' ring-giver's, bridle adorn,

To her own son sent as a present

1200

O'er ocean's stream the blameless gift.

She bade then together those whom as best

Of men she knew among the Jews,

Of the race of heroes, to the holy city,

To the town to come. Then gan the queen

1205

The dear ones teach that love of the Lord

And peace likewíse among themselves,

The bond of friendship, they fast should hold

Without reproach in time of their life,

And they to the teacher's lore should hearken,

1210

The Christian virtues that Cyriacus taught them,

Clever in books. The office of bishop

Was fairly made fast. From afar oft to him

The lame, the sick, the crippled came,

The halt, the wounded, the leprous and blind,

1215

The lowly, the sad; always there health

At the hands of the bishop, healing, they found

Ever for ever. Yet Helena gave him

Treasures as presents, when ready she was

For the journey home, and bade she then all

1220

In that kingdom of men who worshipped God,

Men and women, that they should honor

With mind and might that famous day,

With thoughts of the heart, whereon holy rood

Had béen discovered, greatest of trees,

1225

Of those which from earth ever sprang up

Grown under leaves. Then spring was gone

Except six nights ere coming of summer

On the kalends of May. To each of those men

Be hell's door shut, heaven's unclosed,

1230

Eternally opened the kingdom of angels,

Joy without end, and their portion appointed

Along with. Mary, who takes into mind

That one most dear of festal days

Of that rood under heaven, that which the mightiest

1235

Ruler of all with arm protected. Finit. [51]

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, [52] 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. [53] 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 [54][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 [55] 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,

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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,

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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, [56] as it shall be easiest,

Softest for them. The sinful shall be,

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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

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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,

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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

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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,

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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

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

[1] Prince's.

[2] MS. 'Huns,' but Z. reads 'Hugs.' Cf. W.

[3] 'O'er land of Burgundians,' Gn.

[4] Z. has no point, W. puts (;), Gn. (.)

[5] 'Hurried,' Z.3

[6] 'He,' W.

[7] 'Which,' Z.

[8] 'In the terrible danger,' Gn.

[9] Lit. 'in like manner,' adv.

[10] Add 'at the work.'

[11] 'Diminished,' Gn.

[12] i.e., with precious stones. Kr. reads '(rattled strong shields).'

[13] 'Gold,' Kr. 'Lord of the house,' Gn. Cf. W.

[14] The Bishop of Rome.

[15] Lit., 'smiths of lore.'

[16] Z. supposes lacuna of one verse; W. thinks it unnecessary.

[17] Lit., 'the woman.'

[18] Lit., 'to the sea,' or 'sea-journey.'

[19] A.-S. form retained for the sake of the accent and alliteration.

[20] Lit., 'kinswoman.' The Elizabethan 'Kesar' would preserve the alliteration in this line.

[21] Gn. and Z. W. omits.

[22] Psalms xvi. 8, 9.

[23] Isaiah i. 2, 3.

[24] Gn., Z., W.

[25] So W. 'Wrongs have committed,' Gm., Gn. and Z. [?]

[26] W.

[27] Add 'after that.'

[28] Lacuna in MS., emended by Gn.

[29] i.e., 'defence, protector.'

[30] Lit., 'under the lap (or bosom) of sins.'

[31] MS. rex (Latin?), Z.; 'oppression of care' (cearces), Gn.; 'of hunger' (ceaces), Gm.; 'of smoke' (rêces), Schubert; rex = cyninges, Sievers and W.

[32] Z.

[33] Or, 'war,' Gn.; 'further oft,' Gm.

[34] No lacuna in MS. Gn.1 inserted one line, but Gn.2 one word (fêonda), which W. prefers. Text as Z. (fêondes), which Sievers approves.

[35] 'Mindful,' Gm. and Gn.; 'suffering,' Z. [?].

[36] Referring to the sword.

[37] Gn., or 'foul,' Z.

[38] Lit., 'joy-wood.'

[39] Lit., 'knee.'

[40] So Z.; 'rebellion for this,' W. See W.'s note.

[41] Julian the Apostate, suggests Gn.

[42] 'That,' relative, though it may be taken as conjunction, as Z.

[43] So Z.; 'The noble wood,' Gm. and Gn.

[44] Latin, rex.

[45] So Z.; 'With pomp of array,' Gn.

[46] Lit., 'coming.'

[47] Same expression as in 1054.

[48] Lit., 'will-giver,' i.e., the queen.

[49] i.e., her ornaments of gold.

[50] Gn.'s emendation.

[51] Here properly ends the legend of the Finding of the Cross. The last canto contains reflections of the poet.

[52] Gn.'s emendation.

[53] Lit.,'appled gold.'

[54] 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.

[55] Or, 'those who.'

[56] Gn., Z.

JUDITH.

IX.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

[The glorious Creator's] [1] gifts doubted she [not]

Upón this wide earth; then found she there ready

Help from the mighty Prince, when she most need did have

Of grace from the highest Judge, that her 'gainst the greatest terror

The Lord of Creation should shield. That Father in heaven to her

The Glorious-in-mind did grant, for thát firm faith she had

Ín the Almighty ever. Then heard I that Holofernes

Wine-summons eagerly wrought, and with all wonders a glorious

Banquet had hé prepared; to thát bade the prince of men

All his noblest thanes. Thát with mickle haste

10

Did the warriors-with-shields perform; came to the mighty chief

The people's leaders going. Ón the fourth day was that

After that Judith, cunning in mind,

The elf-sheen virgin, him first had sought.

X.

They then at the feast proceeded to sit,

15

The proud to the wine-drinking, all his comrades-in-ill,

Bold mailèd-warriors. There were lofty beakers

Oft borne along the benches, alsó were cups and flagons

Full to the hall-sitters borne. The fated partook of them,

Brave warriors-with-shields, though the mighty weened not of it,

20

Awful lord of earls. Thén was Holofernes,

Gold-friend of men, full of wine-joy:

He laughed and clamored, shouted and dinned,

That children of men from afar might hear

How the strong-minded both stormed and yelled,

25

Moody and mead-drunken, often admonished

The sitters-on-benches to bear themselves [2] well.

Thus did the hateful one during all day

His liege-men [loyal] keep plying with wine,

Stout-hearted giver of treasure, untíl they lay in a swoon,

30

He drenched all his nobles [with drink], as if they were slain in death,

Deprived [3] of each one of goods. Thus bade the prince of men

The sitters-in-hall to serve, untíl to children of men

The darkening night drew nigh. He bade then, filled with hate,

The blessed maiden with haste to fetch

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To his bed of rest, laden with jewels,

Adorned with rings. They quickly performed,

The attendant thanes, what their lord them bade,

Mailed-warriors' prince; like a flash they stepped

Into the guest-room, where they Judith

40

Wise-minded found, and quickly then

The warriors-with-shields began to lead

The glorious maid to the lofty tent

Where the mighty himself always [4] rested

By night within, to the Saviour hateful,

45

Holofernes. There wás an all-golden

Beautiful fly-net around the folk-warrior's

Bed suspended, só that the hateful

Was able to look through, the chief of warriors,

Upon each one that therein came

50

Of the sons of heroes, and on him no one

Of the race of men, unless the proud some one

Of the strong-in-war bade to him nearer

Of warriors for counsel to come. They then to him at rest brought

Quickly the cunning woman; went then the stout-in-heart

55

The men their lord to tell that the holy woman was

Brought to his chamber-tent. The famous then in mind

Was glad, the ruler of cities; he thought the beautiful maiden

With spot and stain to defile: that Judge of glory would not

Allow, the Keeper of honor, but him from that deed restrained

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The Lord, the Ruler of hosts. Went then the devilish one,

The wanton [warrior-prince], [5] with [mickle] band of men,

The baleful his bed to seek, where hé his life should lose

Quickly within one night; he had then his end attained [6]

On earth ungentle [end], such as before he wrought for,

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The mighty prince of men, while ín this world he was,

While he dwelt under roof of the clouds. Then fell so drunk with wine

The mighty [chief] on his bed, as if he knew no rede

Within his place of wit; the warriors stepped

Oút from the chamber with mickle haste,

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The wine-filled men, whó the oath-breaker,

Hateful folk-hater, had led to his bed

For the very last time. Then was the Saviour's

Glorious maiden earnestly mindful

How she the terrible most easily might

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Of life deprive before the lustful,

The wanton, awoke. The wreathed-locked took then,

The Creator's handmaid, a sharp-edged sword

Hardened by war-strokes [?], [7] and drew from its sheath

With hér right hand; then Keeper of heaven

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By name she gan name, Saviour of all

Dwellers-in-th' world, and this word she spake:

"Thee, God of Creation, and Spirit of Comfort,

Son of the Almighty, will I [now] pray

For thine own mercy to me in my need,

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Trinity's Glory. To me greatly now then

My heart is inflamed, and my mind is sad,

Sorely with sorrows oppressed; grant, Lord of Heaven, to me

Victory and faith without fear, that I with this sword may be able

To hew down this dealer of murder; grant [too] my safety to me,

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Strong-hearted Leader of men; ne'er in this world had I

Of thy mercy more urgent need: avenge now, mighty Lord,

Glorious Giver of honor, that I am so angry in mind,

So heated within my breast." Hér then the highest Judge

Quickly with courage inspired, as doth he [ever] each one

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Of dwellers here [upon earth], who him for help to them seek

With rede and righteous belief. Then roomy in mind she became,

The holy one's hope was renewed; then took she the heathen man

Fast by his own [long] hair, with hands him towards her she drew

With marks of contempt, and the baleful one

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With cunning laid down, the loathsome man,

As she the accursèd most easily might

Wield at her will. Struck then the curly-locked

The hostile foe with shining [8] sword,

The hateful-minded, that half-way she cut

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The [evil one's] neck, that he lay in a swoon,

Drunken and wounded. Not yet was he dead,

Thoroughly lifeless; struck she then earnestly,

The maiden brave-minded, a second time

The heathen hound, that his head rolled off

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Forth on the floor: the foul corpse lay

Lifeless behind, went the spirit elsewhere

Beneath the deep earth, and there was disgraced,

In torment bound ever thereafter,

Surrounded with serpents, with tortures encompassed,

115

Strongly enchained in the fire of hell

After his death. He need never hope,

Enveloped with darkness, that thence he may go

Out of that worm-hall, but there shall he dwell

Ever for ever without end henceforth

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In that dark home, of hope-joys deprived.

XI.

Then had she gained glorious honor,

Judith in war, as God to her granted,

The Ruler of Heaven, who gave to her victory.

The cunning maid then quickly brought

125

The army-leader's head so bloody

In that [very] vessel in which her attendant,

The fair-faced woman, food for them both,

In virtues renowned, thither had brought,

And it then so gory to her gave in hand,

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To the thoughtful-in-mind to bear to their home,

Judith to her maid. Went they forth thence,

The women both in courage bold,

Until they had come, proud in their minds,

The women triumphant, out from the army,

135

So that they plainly were able to see

Of that beautiful city the walls [fair] shine,

Béthulía. Then jewel-decked théy

Upon the foot-path hastened to go,

Until glad-minded they had arrived

140

At the gate of the wall. The warriors sat,

The watching men were keeping ward

Within that fortress, as before to the folk,

Sad in their minds, Judith had bidden,

The cunning maiden, when she went on her journey,

145

The stout-hearted woman. Then again was she come,

Dear to her people, and then quickly ordered

The wise-minded woman some one of the men

To come to meet her from out the wide city,

And hér in haste to admit within

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Through the gate of the wall, and this word she spake

To the victor-folk: "To you can I say

A thought-worthy [9] thing, that no longer ye need

Mourn in your minds: your Creator is kind,

Glory of kings: that ís become known

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Wide through the world, that to you is success

Glorious at hand, and honor is granted

For [all] those sorrows which long ye suffered."

Glad then were they, the dwellers-in-borough,

After they heard how the holy one spake

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O'er the high wall. The host was in joy.

To the fortress-gate the people hastened,

Men, women together, in troops and heaps,

In crowds and throngs, hurried and ran

To meet the Lord's maid by thousands and thousands,

165

Both old and young: to each one became

Of men in the mead-city his mind rejoiced,

After they knew that Judith was come

Again to her home, and then in haste

With reverence théy allowed her to enter.

170

Then bade the clever, with gold adorned,

Her servant-maid, thoughtful-in-mind,

The army-leader's head to uncover,

And it as a proof bloody to show

To the city-folk how she speeded in war.

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Then spake the noble one to all the folk:

"Here ye may clearly, victory-blessed warriors,

Chiefs of the people, upón the most hateful

Heathen hero's head fix your gaze,

On Holofernes deprived of life,

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Who chiefest of men wrought murders for us,

Sorest sorrows, and that yet more

Would he increase: but God him granted not

A longer life, that hé with woes

Might still afflict us. Of life I deprived him

185

By help of God. Now I every man

Of these city-dwellers will [earnestly] pray,

Of shield-bearing warriors, that ye yourselves quickly

Hasten to fight; when the God of creation,

The glorious King, shall send from the east

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Bright beams of light, bear forth your shields,

Boards before breasts and coats-of-mail,

Bright helmets [too] among the foes,

To fell the folk-leaders with shining swords,

The fated chiefs. Your foes are now

195

Condemned to death, and ye glory shall gain,

Honor in battle, as to you hath betokened

The mighty Lord through mine own hand."

Then the band of the brave was quickly prepared,

Of the bold for battle; stepped out the valiant

200

Men and comrades, bore their banners,

Went forth to fight straight on their way

The heroes 'neath helmets from the holy city

At the dawn itself; shields made a din,

Loudly resounded. Thereat laughed the lank

205

Wolf in the wood, and the raven wan,

Fowl greedy for slaughter: both of them knew

That for them the warriors thought to provide

Their fill on the fated; and flew on their track

The dewy-winged eagle eager for prey,

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The dusky-coated sang his war-song,

The crooked-beaked. Stepped forth the warriors,

The heroes for battle with boards protected,

With hollow shields, who awhile before

The foreign-folk's reproach endured,

215

The heathens' scorn; fiercely was thát

At the ash-spear's play to them all repaid,

[All] the Assyrians, after the Hebrews

Under their banners had [boldly] advanced

To the army-camps. They bravely then

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Forthright let fly showers of arrows,

Of battle-adders, óut from the horn-bows,

Of strongly-made shafts; stormed they aloud,

The cruel warriors, sent forth their spears

Among the brave; the heroes were angry,

225

The dwellers-in-land, with the loathéd race;

The stern-minded stepped, the stout-in-heart,

Rudely awakened their ancient foes

Weary from mead; with hands drew forth

The men from the sheaths the brightly-marked swords

230

Most choice in their edges, eagerly struck

Of the [host of] Assyrians the battle-warriors,

The hostile-minded; not one they spared

Of the army-folk, nor low nor high

Of living men, whom théy might subdue.

235

XII.

Thus then the thanes in the morning-hours

Pressed on the strangers unceasinglý,

Until they perceived, those who were hostile,

The army-folk's chiefest leaders,

That upón them sword-strokes mighty bestowed

240

The Hebrew men. They thát in words

To their most noted chiefs of the people

Went to announce, waked helmeted warriors

And to thém with fear the dread news told,

To the weary-from-mead the morning-terror,

245

The hateful sword-play. Then learnt I that quickly

The slaughter-fated men aroused from sleep

Ánd to the baleful's sleeping-bower

The saddened [10] men pressed ón in crowds,

To Holofernes: they only were thinking

250

To their own lord to make known the fight,

Ere terror on him should take its seat,

The might of the Hebrews. They all imagined

That the prince of men and the handsome maid

In the beautiful tent were [still] together,

255

Judith the noble and the lustful one,

Dreadful and fierce; though no earl there was

Whó the warrior durst [then] awake,

Or durst discover how the helmeted warrior

With the holy maid had passed his time,

260

The Creator's handmaid. The force approached,

The folk of the Hebrews, courageously fought

With hard battle-arms, fiercely repaid

Their former fights with shining [11] swords,

The old-time grudge; was óf the Assyrians

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By thát day's work the glory diminished,

The pride brought low. The warriors stood

'Round their prince's tent strongly excited,

Gloomy in mind. They then all together

Began to groan, [12] to cry aloud

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And gnash with their teeth,—afar from God,—

Showing their anger; 'twas the end of their glory,

Of joy and valor. The earls were thinking

To awaken their lord; they did not succeed.

Then at last and too late was one so bold

275

Of the battle-warriors that to the bower-tent

He daringly ventured, since need him compelled:

Found he then on the bed lying deadly-pale

His [own] gold-giver of breath bereft,

Of life deprived. Then quickly he fell

280

Astounded to earth, gan tear his hair,

Excited in mind, and his garments too,

And this word he spake to the warriors [brave],

Who saddened there were standing without:

"Here is displayed our own destruction,

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The future betokened, that it is to the time

Now amongst men [13] almost arrived,

When wé our lives shall lose together,

In battle perish: here lies with sword hewn

Our lord beheaded." They then sad-in-mind

290

Threw down their weapons and sorrowful went

To hasten in flight. They fought on their tracks,

The mighty folk, till the greatest part

Of the army lay, in battle struck down,

On the victor-plain, hewn down with swords,

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To wolves for pleasure, and to slaughter-greedy

Fowls for a joy. Those who lived fled

The shields of their foes. [14] Went on their tracks

The Hebrews' host, honored with victory,

With glory ennobled; them took the Lord God

300

Fairly to help, the Lord Almighty.

They bravely then with shining swords,

Stout-hearted heroes, a war-path wrought

Through heaps of their foes, hewed down their shields,

Cut through their phalanx: the warriors were

305

Enraged in battle, the Hebrew men;

The thanes at that time were much delighted

At the combat with spears. Here fell in the dust

The highest part of the chiefest number

Óf the Assyrians' princely nobility,

310

Of the hateful race; very few came

Alive to their homes. The nobly-bold turned,

Warriors retiring, among the slaughtered,

The smoking corpses; it was time to take

For the dwellers-in-land from the loathsome ones,

315

Their ancient foes deprived of life,

The gory booty, the shining trappings,

Shields and broad swords, brown-colored helmets,

Precious treasures. Gloriously had they

On thát folk-place their foes overcome,

320

The defenders of home their ancient foes

With swords put-to-sleep: behind them rested

Those who in life were most hateful to them

Of living races. Then all the people,

Of tribes most renowned, for one month's space,

325

The proud twisted-locked, bore and carried

To that bright city, Bethulia [named],

Helmets and hip-swords, hoary byrnies,

War-trappings of men adorned with gold,

More precious treasures than any man

330

Of the cunning-in-mind may be able to tell,

All that the warriors with might had won,

The bold under banners on the battle-place

By means of Judith's [most] clever lore,

The moody [15] maid's. As meed for her

335

From that expedition, they brought for herself,

The spear-strong earls, of Holofernes

The sword and gory helm, likewíse the byrnie broad,

Adorned with reddish gold, all that the warrior-chief,

The brave, of treasure had, or individual wealth,

340

Of rings and jewels bright; thát to the lady fair,

The wise-in-mind, gave théy. For all that Judith said

Glory to the Lord of hosts, who honor to her gave,

Fame in realm of earth, and meed in heaven too,

Reward in the glory of heaven, because true faith she had

345

Ín the Almighty ever; now at last she doubted not

Of the meed which long she yearned for. For that to the dear Lord be

Glory for ever and ever, who made both wind and air,

The heavens and roomy lands, likewíse the rushing streams,

And joys of firmament too by means of his mercy mild.

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[1] Gn.'s emendation to fill lacuna of MS.

[2] 'Loudly carouse,' Kr. and C.

[3] 'Gorged with,' Kr. and C.

[4] Or, 'after feast.'

[5] 'King,' Gn. and Kr., but guðfreca suits the verse better than cyning, and even that is not metrically sufficient to fill the lacuna.

[6] Lit., 'awaited.'

[7] So Gn.? 'Scouring,' Sw.?, Kr.?, C.

[8] 'Hostile,' Sw.?

[9] 'Thank-worthy,' Kr.

[10] So Sw.; 'weary in mind,' Gn., Kr., C.

[11] 'Hostile,' C., though 'flashing,' 194, and 'gleaming,' 302.

[12] Lit., 'cough.'

[13] So Gn. and Kr.; 'with violence,' Sw.; 'with afflictions,' C.

[14] So Sw. and Kr.; 'Of the hostile shield-warriors,' Gn. and C.

[15] i.e., 'spirited.'

ATHELSTAN,

OR

THE FIGHT AT BRUNANBURH.

Æthelstan King, of earls the lord,

Of heroes ring-giver, and his brother too,

Edmund Ætheling, enduring fame

Earned in the fight with edges of swords

By Brunanburh. The board-wall they cleaved,

5

The war-shields hewed with leavings of hammers

The sons of Edward. 'Twas natural to them

By right of descent that in battle they oft

'Gainst every foe their land defended,

Their hoards and homes. The foes were fallen,

10

Folk of the Scots and men of the ships,

Fated they fell. The field ran thick [1]

With heroes' blood, when the risen sun

At morning-time, the mighty orb,

Shone o'er the earth, bright candle of God,

15

Eternal Lord, till the noble creature

Sank to his rest. There many men lay

Struck down [2] with spears, men from the North,

Shot o'er the shield, and Scotsmen too,

Weary [and] war-filled. The West-Saxons forth

20

The live-long day with legions of warriors

Pressed on the heels of the hostile foes;

They felled the fleers with force from behind

With sharp-ground swords. Shrank not the Mercians

From hard hand-play with any of heroes,

25

Of those who with Anlaf o'er welling of waves

On the deck of the ship had sought the land,

Fated for fight. Five of them lay

On the battle-field, young kings [they were],

Slaughtered [3] with swords, and also seven

30

Earls of Anlaf, and unnumbered host

Of seamen and Scots. There was forced to flee

The Northmen's chief, by need compelled

To the prow of his ship with few attendants.

Keel crowded [4] the sea, the king went forth

35

On the fallow flood; he saved his life.

There too the agèd escaped by flight

To his home in the North, Constantínus.

The hoar war-hero was unable to boast

Of attendance of men; he was robbed of his kinsmen,

40

Bereaved of his friends on the battle-field,

Conquered in fight, and he left his son

On the place of slaughter wasted with wounds,

The boy in the battle. He durst not boast,

The gray-haired warrior, of the clash of swords,

45

The agèd enemy, nor Anlaf the more.

With their army-remnant they durst not rejoice

That in deeds of war they proved to be better

On the place of battle, the striking of standards,

The mingling of spears, the meeting of men,

50

The clashing of weapons, when on slaughter-field

In contest with Edward's sons they contended.

Departed the Northmen in nailèd ships,

Drear remnant of darts, on the sea of Dyng [5][?],

O'er the water deep Dublin to seek,

55

Back to land of the Erse, depressed in mind.

Likewise the brothers both together,

King and ætheling, were seeking their home,

West-Saxons' land, exulting in war.

Behind them they let the corpses share

60

The dark-feathered fowl, the raven black,

The crooked-beaked, and the ashy-feathered,

White-tailed eagle enjoy the prey,

The greedy war-hawk, and the gray-clad beast,

The wolf in the wood. More corpses there wére not

65

Upon this island ever as yet

Of folk down-felled before this time

With edges of sword, as books to us tell,

Sages of old, since hither from East

Angles and Saxons came to this land,

70

O'er the broad ocean Britain [once] sought,

Haughty war-smiths the Welsh overcame,

Earls eager for honor this earth acquired.

[1] Lit., 'became slippery,' Gn.; 'babbled' (as a brook), or 'became dark,' Kr.; 'streamed,' Th.

[2] 'Scattered,' Th.

[3] Lit., 'put to sleep.'

[4] Or, 'He pressed ship on the sea', 'drove,' Th.

[5] Gn. and W. take Dyng as a proper name, but no one knows who Dyng was. Kr. leaves on dynges mere untranslated, with the remark: "ist unaufgeklärt." He thinks it refers to some bay in Ireland, from which the invaders set out, but why may it not be a name for the Irish Sea itself? Th. translates 'on the roaring sea,' but adds 'quite conjectural.'

BYRHTNOTH,

OR

THE FIGHT AT MALDON.

* * * * * * was broken.

Then bade he each youth his horse to forsake,

To hasten afar and forwards to go,

Be mindful of might, of mood courageous.

This Offa's kinsman at once perceived

5

That the earl was unwilling faint heart to endure.

Then he let from his hands his lief [1] hawk fly,

His hawk to the holt, and to battle he stepped;

By thát might one know that the knight was unwilling

To be weak in the war when to weapons he took.

10

By him too would Eadric, by his overlord, stand,

His chief in the fight; then forth gan he bear

His spear to the battle: brave spirit had he

The while that with hands he was able to hold

Shield and broad sword; his boast he fulfilled, [2]

15

When hé 'fore his lord was bound to fight.

There Byrhtnoth gan then his warriors embolden,

Rode and gave rede, instructed his men

Hów they should stand, and the stead sustain,

And bade that rimmed shields they rightly should hold

20

Fast with their fists, and frightened be never.

When hé had the folk fairly emboldened,

With his men he alighted where was liefest to him,

Whére his hearth-followers most faithful he knew.

Then stood on the stathe, [3] stoutly did call

25

The wikings' herald, with words he spake,

Who boastfully bore fróm the brine-farers

An errand to th' earl, where he stood on the shore:

"To thee me did send the seamen snell, [4]

Bade to thee say, thou must send to them quickly

30

Bracelets for safety; and 'tis better for you

That ye this spear-rush with tribute buy off

Than we in so fierce a fight engage.

We need not each spill, [5] if ye speed to this:

We will for the pay a peace confirm.

35

If thou that redest who art highest in rank,

If thou thy lieges art willing to loose,

To pay to the seamen at their own pleasure

Money for peace, and take peace from us,

We will with the treasure betake us to ship,

40

Fare on the flood, and peace with you confirm."

Byrhtnoth replied, his buckler uplifted,

Waved his slim spear, with words he spake,

Angry and firm gave answer to him:

"Hear'st thou, seafarer, what saith this folk?

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They will for tribute spear-shafts you pay,

Poisonous points and trusty [6] swords,

Those weapons that you in battle avail not.

Herald of seamen, hark [7] back again,

Say to thy people much sadder words,

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Here stands not unknown an earl with his band,

Whó will defend this father-land,

Æthelred's home, mine own liege lord's,

His folk and field: ye're fated to fall,

Ye heathen, in battle. Too base it me seems

55

That ye with our scats [8] to ship may go

Unfought against, so far ye now hither

Intó our country have come within;

Ye shall not so gently treasure obtain;

Shall spear and sword sooner beseem us,

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Grim battle-play, ere tribute we give."

Then bade he shield bear, warriors advance,

So that on the burn-stathe [9] they all were standing.

Might not thére for the water one war-band to th' other,

When flowing flood came after the ebb,

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Sea-streams interlocked; too long seemed it them

Till they together their spears should bear.

Then Panta's stream with pomp [10] [?] they beset,

East-Saxons' chief and the host from the ships:

No one of them might do harm to the other,

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But he who by dart's flight his death should receive.

The flood ebbed forth; the fleetmen stood ready,

Many of wikings, eager for war.

Bade heroes' buckler [11] then hold the bridge

A war-hardened warrior, who Wulfstan was named,

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Bold 'mid his kin (he was Ceola's son),

Who the first man with his dart shot down

That there most boldly stepped on the bridge.

There stood with Wulfstan warriors fearless,

Ælfhere and Maccus, courageous the twain;

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At the ford they would nót seek safety in flight,

But firm 'gainst the foes themselves they defended,

The while that they weapons were able to wield.

When they that perceived and earnestly saw

That there bridge-fenders [so] fierce they found,

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Began to lie these loathly guests:

Begged that out-going they might obtain,

Fare o'er the ford, their footmen lead.

Then gan the earl on account of his pride

Leave too much land to the loathly people.

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Began then to call o'er the water cold

The son [12] of Byrhthelm (the warriors listened):

"Now room is allowed you, come quickly to us,

Warriors to war; wot God alone

Who thís battle-field may be able to keep."

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Waded the war-wolves, for water they recked not,

The wikings' band, west over Panta,

O'er the clear water carried their shields,

Boatmen to bank their bucklers bore.

There facing their foes ready were standing

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Byrhtnoth with warriors: with shields he bade

The war-hedge [13] work, and the war-band hold

Fast 'gainst the foes. Then fight was nigh,

Glory in battle; the time was come

That fated men should there [now] fall.

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Then out-cry was raised, the ravens circled,

Eagle eager for prey; on earth was uproar.

Then they let from their fists the file-hardened spears,

The darts well-ground, [fiercely] [14] fly forth:

The bows were busy, board point received,

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Bitter the battle-rush, warriors fell down,

On either hands the youths lay dead.

Wounded was Wulfmær, death-rest he chose,

Byrhtnoth's kinsman, with bills [15] was hé,

His sister's son, mightily hewn.

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There was to the wikings recompense given;

Heard I that Edward one of them slew

Strongly with sword, stroke he withheld not,

That fell at his feet the fated warrior;

For that did his prince give thanks to him,

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To his bower-thane, [16] when he had opportunity.

So firmly stood the fierce-in-mind,

The youths in fight, eagerly thought

Who there with his spear might soonest be able

From a fated man the life to win,

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A warrior with weapons: the dead to earth fell.

Steadfast they stood; strengthened them Byrhtnoth,

Bade that each youth of battle should think

He whó on the Danes glory would gain.

Went then a war-brave, his weapon uplifted,

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His shield for defence, and strode towards the chief;

So earnest he went, the earl to the churl:

Each for the other of evil was thinking.

Sent then the seaman his spear from the south

That wounded wás the warrior's lord;

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Then he shoved with his shield that the shaft in two broke,

And the spear was shivered; so sprang it back.

Enraged was the warrior: with his spear he thrust

The wiking proud, who the wound him gave.

Wise was the warrior; he let his spear pierce

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Through the neck of the youth; his hand it guided

So that hé his foe of life deprived.

Then he another speedily shot,

That the byrnie burst; in breast was he wounded

Through the ringèd mail; there stood in his heart

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The poisonous point. The earl was the gladder;

Laughed the proud man, to his Maker gave thanks

For the work of that day that the Lord him gave.

Then let one of warriors a dart from his hands,

Fly from his fist, that forth it went

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Thróugh that noble thane of Æthelred.

There stood by his side a youth not grown,

A boy in the fight, whó very boldly

Drew from the warrior the bloody spear,

The son of Wulfstan, Wulfmær the young;

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He let the hard weapon fly back again;

The point in-pierced, that on earth he lay

Who erst his lord strongly had struck.

Went then an armored man to the earl,

He would the warrior's jewels fetch back,

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Armor and rings and sword well-adorned.

Then Byrhtnoth drew his sword from its sheath,

Broad and brown-edged, and on byrnie he struck:

Too quickly him hindered one of the seamen,

When he of the earl the arm had wounded;

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Fell then to earth the fallow-hilt sword:

He might not hold the hardened brand,

His weapon wield. Yet the word he spake,

The hoary hero the youths encouraged,

Bade forwards go his good companions:

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He might not on foot longer stand firm;

He looked up to heaven, [the earl exclaimed: [17]]

"I thanks to thee give, Ruler of nations,

For all those joys that on earth I experienced:

Now, Maker mild, most need have I

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That thou to my spirit the blessing grant,

That my soul to thee may take its course,

Intó thy power, Prince of angels,

With peace may go: I pray to thee,

That fiends of hell may not it harm."

180

Then hewed him down the heathen hinds,

And both the warriors, who by him stood,

Ælfnoth and Wulfmær both lay down dead,

Beside their lord gave up their lives.

Then bowed they from battle who there would not be;

185

There Odda's sons were erst in flight:

From battle went Godric, and the good one forsook,

Who hád on him many a steed oft bestowed:

He leaped on the horse that his lord had owned,

Upon those trappings that right it was not,

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And his brothers with him both ran away,

Godrinc and Godwig, recked not of war,

But went from the fight, and sought the wood,

Fled to the fastness, and saved their lives,

And more of the men than wás at all meet,

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If they those services all had remembered,

That he for their welfare to them had done;

So Offa to him one day had erst said

At the meeting-place, when he held a moot,

That there [very] proudly they many things spake

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Which after in need they would not perform. [18]

Thén was down-fallen the prince of the folk,

Æthelred's earl: all of them saw,

The hearth-companions, that their lord lay dead.

Then hurried there forth the haughty thanes,

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The valiant men eagerly hastened:

They would then all the one of the two,

Their lives forsake or their loved one avenge.

So urged them ón the son of Ælfric,

A winter-young warrior, with words them addressed.

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Then Ælfwine quoth (boldly he spake):

"Remember the times that we oft at mead spake,

When we on the bench our boast upraised,

Heroes in hall, the hard fight anent:

Now may be tested who is the true. [19]

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I will my lineage to all make known,

That I 'mong the Mercians of mickle race was,

My grandfather wás Ealhhelm by name,

An alderman wise, with wealth endowed.

Ne'er shall 'mong this folk me thanes reproach

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That I from this host will hasten to wend,

My home to seek, now lies my lord

Down-hewn in fight; to me 'tis great harm:

By blood he was kin and by rank he was lord." [20]

Then went he forth, was mindful of feud,

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That hé with his spear one of them pierced,

A sailor o' the folk, that he lay on the ground

Killed with his weapon. Gan he comrades exhort,

Friends and companions, that forth they should go.

Offa addressed them, his ash-spear shook:

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"Lo! Ælfwine, thóu hast all admonished,

Thanes, of the need. Now lieth our lord,

Earl on the earth, to us all there is need

That each one of us should strengthen the other

Warrior to war, while weapon he may

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[Still] have and hold, the hardened brand,

Spear and good sword. Us hath Godric,

Cowed son of Offa, all [basely] deceived:

So many men thought when on mare he rode,

On thát proud steed, that it wás our lord:

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Therefore in field here the folk was divided,

The phalanx broken: may perish his deed,

That he here so many men caused to flee!"

Leofsunu spake, and uplifted his shield,

His buckler for guard; to the warrior he quoth:

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"I promise thee this, that hence I will nót

A foot's breadth flee, but further will go,

Avenge in battle mine own dear lord.

Me need not 'round Stourmere the steadfast heroes

With words reproach, now my friend has fallen,

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That, lacking my lord, home I depart,

Wend from the war, but weapons shall take me,

Spear and iron." [21] Full angry he strode,

Firmly he fought, flight he despised.

Then Dunnere spake, his spear he shook,

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The agèd churl, called over all,

Bade that each warrior should Byrhtnoth avenge:

"He may not delay who thinks to avenge

His lord on the folk, nor care for his life."

Then forwards they went, they recked not of life;

260

Gan then his followers valiantly fight,

Spear-bearers grim, and to God they prayed,

That théy might avenge their own dear lord,

And upon their foes slaughter fulfil.

Then gan the hostage eagerly help:

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He was 'mong Northumbrians of valiant race,

The son of Ecglaf, his name was Æscferth:

Ne'er wavered hé in that play of war,

But he hastened forth many a dart;

At times shot on shield, at times killed a chief,

270

Ever and anon inflicted some wound,

The while that he weapon was able to wield.

Then still in front stood Edward the long,

Ready and eager; boastingly said

That hé would not flee a foot-breadth of land,

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Backwards withdraw, when his better lay dead:

Broke he the shield-wall and fought 'gainst the warriors,

Till hé his ring-giver upón the seamen

Worthily avenged, ere he lay on the field.

So [too] did Ætheric, noble companion,

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Ready and eager, earnestly fought he;

Sigebryht's brother and many another

Cleft the curved [22] board, them bravely defended;

Shield's border burst, and the byrnie sang

A terrible song. In battle then slew

285

Offa the seaman that on earth he fell,

And the kinsman of Gadd there sought the ground;

Quickly in battle was Offa hewn down:

He had though fulfilled what he promised his lord,

As hé before vowed in face of his ring-giver,

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That both of them shóuld ride to the borough,

Hale to their homes, or in battle should fall,

Upón the slaughter-place die of their wounds;

He lay like a thane his lord beside.

Then was breaking of boards; the seamen stormed,

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Enraged by the fight; the spear oft pierced

The fated one's life-house. Forth then went Wigstan,

Son of Thurstan, fought 'gainst the foes:

He wás in the throng the slayer of three,

Ere Wigelin's bairn lay dead on the field.

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There fierce was the fight: firmly they stood,

Warriors in war, the fighters fell,

Weary with wounds; fell corpses to earth.

Oswald and Ealdwald during all the while,

Both of the brothers, emboldened the warriors,

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Their kinsman-friends bade they in words,

That they in need should there endure,

Unwaveringlý their weapons use.

Byrhtwold [then] spake, uplifted his shield,—

Old comrade was he,—his spear he shook,

310

Hé very boldly exhorted the warriors:

"The braver shall thought be, the bolder the heart,

The more the mood, [23] as lessens our might.

Here lieth our lord, all hewn to pieces,

The good on the ground: ever may grieve

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Who now from this war-play thinketh to wend.

I am old in years: hence will I not,

But here beside mine own dear lord,

So loved a man, I purpose to lie."

So Æthelgar's bairn them all emboldened,

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Godric, to battle: oft let he his spear,

His war-spear wind amongst the wikings;

So 'midst the folk foremost he went,

Hewed he and felled, till in battle he lay;

This was nót that Godric who fled from the fight.

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* * * * * * * *

[1] Dear.

[2] Or, 'maintained.'

[3] Bank.

[4] Bold.

[5] Destroy.

[6] Lit., 'old.'

[7] Lit., 'announce.'

[8] Money.

[9] Bank of the stream.

[10] i.e., 'battle-array,' Sw., but the word is uncertain; Kr. suggests 'fascines'; Zl. merely gives 'Prunk.'

[11] i.e., Byrhtnoth.

[12] i.e., Byrhtnoth.

[13] i.e., the phalanx with interlocked shields.

[14] Some such word as grame, or grimme, seems needed for the alliteration.

[15] i.e., battle-axes.

[16] Chamberlain.

[17] Inserted by Kr. to fill the lacuna, whom W. follows; Sw. and Zl. omit.

[18] Lit., 'suffer,' 'endure.'

[19] Lit., 'bold.'

[20] Lit., 'He was both my kinsman and my lord.'

[21] i.e., 'sword.'

[22] i.e., 'hollow shields.' Cellod is found only here and in Finnsburg, 29.

[23] i.e., 'courage.'

THE DREAM OF THE ROOD.

Lo! choicest of dreams I will relate,

What dream I dreamt in middle of night

When mortal men reposed in rest.

Methought I saw a wondrous wood

Tower aloft with light bewound,

5

Brightest of trees; that beacon was all

Begirt with gold; jewels were standing

Four [1] at surface of earth, likewise were there five

Above on the shoulder-brace. All angels of God beheld it,

Fair through future ages; 'twas no criminal's cross indeed,

10

But holy spirits beheld it there,

Men upon earth, all this glorious creation.

Strange was that victor-tree, and stained with sins was I,

With foulness defiled. I saw the glorious tree

With vesture [2] adorned winsomely shine,

15

Begirt with gold; bright gems had there

Worthily decked the tree of the Lord. [3]

Yet through that gold I might perceive

Old strife of the wretched, that first it gave

Blood on the stronger [right] side. With sorrows was I oppressed,

20

Afraid for that fair sight; I saw the ready beacon

Change in vesture and hue; at times with moisture covered,

Soiled with course of blood; at times with treasure adorned.

Yet lying there a longer while,

Beheld I sad the Saviour's tree

25

Until I heard that words it uttered;

The best of woods gan speak these words:

"'Twas long ago (I remember it still)

That I was hewn at end of a grove,

Stripped from off my stem; strong foes laid hold of me there,

30

Wrought for themselves a show, bade felons raise me up;

Men bore me on their shoulders, till on a mount they set me;

Fiends many fixed me there. Then saw I mankind's Lord

Hasten with mickle might, for He would sty [4] upon me.

There durst I not 'gainst word of the Lord

35

Bow down or break, when saw I tremble

The surface of earth; I might then all

My foes have felled, yet fast I stood.

The Hero young begirt [5] Himself, Almighty God was He,

Strong and stern of mind; He stied on the gallows high,

40

Bold in sight of many, for man He would redeem.

I shook when the Hero clasped me, yet durst not bow to earth,

Fall to surface of earth, but firm I must there stand.

A rood was I upreared; I raised the mighty King,

The Lord of Heaven; I durst not bend me.

45

They drove their dark nails through me; the wounds are seen upon me,

The open gashes of guile; I durst harm none [6] of them.

They mocked us both together; all moistened with blood was I,

Shed from side of the man, when forth He sent His spirit.

Many have I on that mount endured

50

Of cruel fates; I saw the Lord of Hosts

Strongly outstretched; darkness had then

Covered with clouds the corse of the Lord,

The brilliant brightness; the shadow continued, [7]

Wan 'neath the welkin. There wept all creation,

55

Bewailed the King's death; Christ was on the cross.

Yet hastening thither they came from afar

To the Son of the King [8]: that all I beheld.

Sorely with sorrows was I oppressed; yet I bowed 'neath the hands of men,

Lowly with mickle might. Took they there Almighty God,

60

Him raised from the heavy torture; the battle-warriors left me

To stand bedrenched with blood; all wounded with darts was I.

There laid they the weary of limb, at head of His corse they stood,

Beheld the Lord of Heaven, and He rested Him there awhile,

Worn from the mickle war. Began they an earth-house to work,

65

Men in the murderers' [9] sight, carved it of brightest stone,

Placed therein victories' Lord. Began sad songs to sing

The wretched at eventide; then would they back return

Mourning from the mighty prince; all lonely [10] rested He there.

Yet weeping [11] we then a longer while

70

Stood at our station: the [voice [12]] arose

Of battle-warriors; the corse grew cold,

Fair house of life. Then one gan fell

Us [13] all to earth; 'twas a fearful fate!

One buried us in deep pit, yet of me the thanes of the Lord,

75

His friends, heard tell; [from earth they raised me], [14]

And me begirt with gold and silver.

Now thou mayst hear, my dearest man,

That bale of woes [15] have I endured,

Of sorrows sore. Now the time is come,

80

That me shall honor both far and wide

Men upon earth, and all this mighty creation

Will pray to this beacon. On me God's Son

Suffered awhile; so glorious now

I tower to Heaven, and I may heal

85

Each one of those who reverence me;

Of old I became the hardest of pains,

Most loathsome to ledes [16] [nations], the way of life,

Right way, I prepared for mortal men. [17]

Lo! the Lord of Glory honored me then

90

Above the grove, [18] the guardian of Heaven,

As He His mother, even Mary herself,

Almighty God before all men

Worthily honored above all women.

Now thee I bid, my dearest man,

95

That thou this sight shalt say to men,

Reveal in words, 'tis the tree of glory,

On which once suffered Almighty God

For the many sins of all mankind,

And also for Adam's misdeeds of old.

100

Death tasted He there; yet the Lord arose

With His mickle might for help to men.

Then stied He to Heaven; again shall come

Upon this mid-earth to seek mankind

At the day of doom the Lord Himself,

105

Almighty God, and His angels with Him;

Then He will judge, who hath right of doom,

Each one of men as here before

In this vain life he hath deserved.

No one may there be free from fear

110

In view of the word that the Judge will speak.

He will ask 'fore the crowd, where is the man

Who for name of the Lord would bitter death

Be willing to taste, as He did on the tree.

But then they will fear, and few will bethink them

115

What they to Christ may venture to say.

Then need there no one be filled with fear [19]

Who bears in his breast the best of beacons;

But through the rood a kingdom shall seek

From earthly way each single soul

120

That with the Lord thinketh to dwell."

Then I prayed to the tree with joyous heart,

With mickle might, when I was alone

With small attendance [20]; the thought of my mind

For the journey was ready; I've lived through many

125

Hours of longing. Now 'tis hope of my life

That the victory-tree I am able to seek,

Oftener than all men I alone may

Honor it well; my will to that

Is mickle in mind, and my plea for protection

130

To the rood is directed. I've not many mighty

Of friends on earth; but hence went they forth

From joys of the world, sought glory's King;

Now live they in Heaven with the Father on high,

In glory dwell, and I hope for myself

135

On every day when the rood of the Lord,

Which here on earth before I viewed,

In this vain life may fetch me away

And bring me then, where bliss is mickle,

Joy in the Heavens, where the folk of the Lord

140

Is set at the feast, where bliss is eternal;

And may He then set me where I may hereafter

In glory dwell, and well with the saints

Of joy partake. May the Lord be my friend,

Who here on earth suffered before

145

On the gallows-tree for the sins of man!

He us redeemed, and gave to us life,

A heavenly home. Hope was renewed,

With blessing and bliss, for the sufferers of burning.

The Son was victorious on that fateful journey,

150

Mighty and happy, [21] when He came with a many, [22]

With a band of spirits to the kingdom of God,

The Ruler Almighty, for joy to the angels

And to all the saints, who in Heaven before

In glory dwelt, when their Ruler came,

155

Almighty God, where was His home.

[1] Feowere, B.'s emendation for MS. fægere, 'fair.'

[2] Silken cords, or tassels, W.; sailyards, ropes, in Hall and Sweet.

[3] Wealdendes, S.'s emendation for MS. wealdes, 'wood'; so Kl.

[4] Sty, 'mount,' common in Middle English.

[5] Here and below W. gives the corresponding verses from the Ruthwell Cross. They will also be found in Stopford Brooke's "Early English Literature," p. 337, q.v.

[6] Gr. changes MS. nænigum to ænigum and others follow; W. as MS.

[7] Forð-eode, not for-ðeode, 'overcame,' as Sw. W.'s note is an oversight.

[8] MS. to þam æðelinge. Sw. follows Ruthwell Cross, æðele to anum.

[9] Banan must be taken as gen. pl.; B. reads banana; Sw. thinks it "a mistake for some other [word], possibly beorg," and takes banan as gen. sing. referring to the cross, though he adds, "this is very improbable." Truly so, as the cross is speaking.

[10] Maete werode, lit., 'with a small band,' but it means 'by himself.'

[11] Greotende is Gr.'s emendation for MS. reotende; B. hreotende; K. geotende; Sw. as Gr.

[12] Stefn is Kl.'s emendation to fill lacuna. W. prefers it, but does not think it convincing.

[13] Us here must refer to the three crosses, that of Christ and those of the two thieves.

[14] This half-line is Gr.'s emendation to fill lacuna in MS. Sw. and W. leave it blank.

[15] Or, 'of the wicked,' 'of criminals.'

[16] I have used this Middle English word for sake of the alliteration.

[17] Sw.'s text ends here. It was translated a few years ago in Poet-Lore as if it were the whole poem.

[18] MS. holmwudu; K. holtwudu, and so Gr. with (?).

[19] MS. unforht, but Gr.'s anforht suits the sense better.

[20] i.e., 'by myself.' See on 69.

[21] Lit., 'speedy,' 'successful.'

[22] A company, a crowd; common in Middle English.

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Table of Contents

Preface

Introduction

Elene.

I.

II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

X.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

Judith.

IX.

X.

XI.

XII.

Athelstan, or The Fight at Brunanburh.

Byrhtnoth, or The Fight at Maldon.

The Dream of the Rood.

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