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Exeter Book

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Adaptation
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== Adaptation ==
<div style="cleartext-align:bothcenter;"></div><center>''So spoke the [[Wanderer]], mindful of hardships and of cruel slaughters:''<br /><br />''Each dawn, I rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my''<br />''native land, I have had my mind bound with fetter. For many years, I lay hidden in''<br />''the concealment of the earth, buried deep in stone. From there, I went, abject and''<br />''winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. I sought the prison of my noble''<br />''kinsman. Sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the''<br />''path of exile attends this mournful spirit.''<br /><br />''And so this world, every day, is crumbling and falling. The rulers lie dead,''<br />''deprived of revelry, bands of warriors lie fallen proud by the wall.War destroyed''<br />''some, carried them away; a sorrowful man hid one deep within a grave. Thus the''<br />''creator of men laid waste this dwelling-place, until the old works of giants stood''<br />''vacant, without the noise of their inhabitants.''<br /><br />''So said the Wanderer, set apart in secret meditations.''<br /><br />''The kingdom of the earth is full of miseries, and the decree of the fates shall''<br />''change the course of the [[High Heavens|heavens]].''</div>
Each dawn, I rise alone, mired in ancient sorrows. Wretched and deprived of my native land. I have had my mind bound with fetter. For many years, I lay hidden in the concealment of the earth, buried deep in stone. From there, I went, abject and winter-grieving, over the surface of the waves. I sought the prison of my noble kinsman. Sorrow is a cruel companion to one who can afford few friends, and the path of exile attends this mournful spirit.  And so this world, every day, is crumbling and falling. The rulers lie dead, deprived of revelry, bands of warriors lie fallen proud by the wall. War destroyed some, carried them away<div style="float:right; a sorrowful man hid one deep within a grave. Thus the creator of men laid waste this dwellingtext-place, until the old works of giants stood vacant, without the noise of their inhabitants.  So said Wanderer, set apart in secret meditations.  The kingdom of the earth is full of miseries, and the decree of the fats shall change the course of the [[High Heavens|heavens]].</align:center; padding:2px 4px 4px 4px; color:white;">''Inspired by''<br><br><br><br/Inspired by ''The Wanderer'' (Anonymous),''<br/>''from the Exeter Book, ca. 10th Centurycentury.''</div><div style="clear:right;"></div>
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