Forgotten Ground Regained
Exeter Riddle 47
Translated by Bruce Byfield
A moth munched words: a marvelous fate,that seemed to me, hearing speech of this strangeness,that a worm should swallow a warrior's song,despoiler in the gloom, the glory-fast speech,and the hardy one's seat. Nor was the housebreakerone whit the sager for the words swallowed.
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