Where is the horse gone? Where the rider?

Where are the seats at the feast? Where are the revels in the hall?

Alas for the bright cup! Alas for the mailed warrior! Alas for the splendour of the prince!

How that time has passed away, dark under the cover of night, as if it had never been…

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“Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago?”

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