Where is the horse? Where is the youthful rider? Where too is the gift-giver?
Where are the seats at the gathering? Where is the hall's merriment?
Oh, the bright-mug! Oh, the byrnied fighter!
Oh, the worthy lord! How that time went,
dark under night-helm. As if she had not been!
- From 'The Wanderer', set in New English by Oswin.