The Departing Soul's Address to the Body: A Fragment of a Semi-Saxon Poem: Discovered Among the Archives of Worcester Cathedral
Religion
The Departing Soul's Address to the Body: A Fragment of a Semi-Saxon Poem: Discovered Among the Archives of Worcester Cathedral
Poetry
* * * * en earde. * * * *
and alle theo isceæfestan. * * * *
the him to * * * * * * *
and mid muchele _wisdome_. and with much _wisdom_
_thon_ne mon he idihte. 5 then man he framed,
and him on ileide. bestowed on him
lif and soule. life and soul,
softliche he heo isom_ne_. tenderly he united them;
ac thær bith sor idol. but there is a sad portion
that bodeth that bearn. 10 which awaits that child.
thonne hit iboren bith. When it is born;
hit _woan_eth and mænet theo weowe. it waileth, and bemoans the woe,
and thene seoruhfule sith. and the sorrowful time,
and that sori idol. and that sad lot,
that soule schal _hire li_came. 15 that shall the soul from her body
sorliche idælen. sadly separate.
Forthon hit cumeth weopinde. Therefore it cometh weeping,
and woniende iwiteth. and wailing departeth,
_thonne D_eath mid his pricke. when Death, with his dart,
pineth thene licame. 20 pineth the body.
He walketh and wendeth. He walketh and goeth,
and woneth _his si_thes. and bewails his destiny;
he sæith on his bedde. he saith, on his bed,
wo me that ic libbe. Wo me! that I live;
that æffre min lif dawes. 25 that ever my life
thus _lon_ge me ilesteth. so long endureth.
for heui is his greoning. For heavy is his groaning,
and seohrful is his woaning. and sorrowful his wailing.
and all _reowliche_ his sith. and all rueful his lot,
mid seorwe biwunden. 30 with sorrow encompassed.
him deaueth tha æren. His ears deafen,
him dimmeth _tha_ eiȝen. his eyes become dim,
him scerpeth the neose. his nose sharpens,
him scrincketh tha lippen. his lips shrink,
him scorteth _the_ tunge. 35 his tongue shorteneth
him truketh his iwit. his sense faileth,
him teoreth his miht. his strength wasteth,
him coldeth his _heorte_. his _heart_ chilleth,
_him_ leggeth the ban stille. his bones lie still;
thonne bith that soule hus. 40 then is that soul-house
seoruhliche bereaved. wofully bereaved
_of_ also muchele wunne. of as much delight
the ther inne wunede as therein dwelled.
thus bith thæs bearnes. Thus are these children
mid pin_unge_ ifulled. 45 filled with torment;
theo moder greoneth. The mother groaneth,
and that bearn woaneth. and the child waileth;
so bith theo _hear_dtid. so is that hard hap
mid balewen imenged.
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