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Hrægl
min swigað, þonne ic hrusan trede,
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My gown is silent as I thread the seas,
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oþþe þa wic buge, oþþe
wado drefe.
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Haunt old buildings or tread the land.
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Hwilum
mec ahebbað ofer hæleþa byht
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Sometimes my song-coat and the supple wind
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hyrste mine, ond þeos hea
lyft,
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Cradle me high over the homes of men,
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ond mec þonne wide wolcna
strengu
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And the power of clouds carries me
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ofer folc byreð. Frætwe
mine
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Windward over cities. Then
my bright silks
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swogað hlude ond swinsiað,
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Start to sing, whistle, roar,
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torhte singað, þonne
ic getenge ne beom
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Resound and ring, while I
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flode ond foldan, ferende gæst.
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Sail on untouched by earth and sea,
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A spirit, ghost and guest, on wing.
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