Under stone, beneath heath, deep in the sodden ground.
Turning earth, giving worth, humblest serpent brown.
Eyeless monster of the deep, when do you sleep?
Every the pleasure of birds, toddlers and boys … what are you?


  1. A relative of this Anglo Saxon?

    A moth ate songs--wolfed words!

    That seemed a weird dish--that a worm

    Should swallow, dumb thief in the dark,

    The songs of a man, his chants of glory,

    Their place of strength. That thief-guest

    Was no wiser for having swallowed words.


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