Sited sorgcearig, saelum bidaeled

on sefan sweorcedd, sylfum pinced

paet sy endeleas earfod a dael.

When each gladness has gone, gathering sorrow

may cloud the brain; and in his breast a man

can not then see how his sorrows shall end.

from Deor (trans. Michael Alexander) [early 8th Century Saxon poem]

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