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Ic
eom legbysig, lace mid winde,
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I am sun-struck, rapt with flame,
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bewunden mid wuldre, wedre gesomnad,
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Flush with glory, flirt with the wind--
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fus forðweges, byrnende gled.
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I am clutched by storm and touched by
fire,
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Ful
oft mec gesiþas sendað æfter hondum,
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Ripe for the road, bloom-wood or blaze.
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þæt mec weras ond wif
wlonce cyssað.
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My path through the hall is from hand to hand
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þonne ic mec onhæbbe, ond
hi onhnigaþ to me
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As friends raise me, proud men and women
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monige mid miltse, þær
ic monnum sceal
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Clutch and kiss me, praise my power
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ycan upcyme eadignesse.
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And bow before me. To
many I bring
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A ripe bliss, a rich blooming.
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