His hoard-of-bliss
that old ill-doer open found,
who, blazing at the barrows haunteth,
naked foe-dragon flying by night
folded in fire: the folk of earth
dread him sore.
that old ill-doer open found,
who, blazing at the barrows haunteth,
naked foe-dragon flying by night
folded in fire: the folk of earth
dread him sore.
Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere
