658 Mare Reliques of Rowley. 
Rowene. A ftreme ov burled heavids twartes the fraie 5 
Ne myghte ov honde, but preffe doth flreve aleyne, 
And Arthurre is yrolled far awaie. 

Stald. ‘Thie fader tornes: the Inglyth flie ameyne. 
Roweue. Syker mie fadher dothe ne flie. O peyne! 
So fo I dydde not afke hym backe. Forleffe . iy 
Walhalie, ye goddes, and hylfe our craven treyne. 
Herthe, O looke downe inne routhe on mie diftreffe 
And rouze dhie Wodens weade to ftorme amydde the pref. 
Te Skaldes Woden kyng ov floughtere heare, 
CUE. Stie adowne dhie fheenie trone, 
Staynerre ov the roddie {peare, 
Heare dhie dolyng offspring mone. 
Woden heede dhie childrens yelle, 
Lyfte dhie theelde yatte glomes the daye, 
Rownde yttes brymme the Daungeres dwelle 
Nethe yttes hollowe ynnes Difmaye. 
Woden, ha! hys recers neye 
Nornies leade his wayne abrode. 
Hoarfe the yren axles breye ~ 
Nethe the footfteppe ov the gode. 
Woden thro the brennand are 
_ Lath dhie fteedes wyth fnakie thong. 
Levyn-breded manes theie flare 
Starres their hoofe-tredde rolles ylong. 
Dethe upclemes the carre behynd. 
Feere and Harowe whyrle the wheyles, 
Swyfter than the ftormie wynd, 
Swyicer than the thoner-keyles. 
To the battayle-feeld he wendes, 
Swartie unweeres ftreke his waie, 
See the troubled welkin rendes, 
See he myngles inne the fraie. 
Skald, Oure flying band chie fadherre onelie jynde 
To leade hem backe to wynne this mightie daie 3 
Lemynge dheire fhame to teche hys nobyl mynde- 
We yette fhul, gayne. 
Rowent,  - Ayen ayen O faite 
Yatte word ov joye! The teeres do fynde a wale 
To overflowe fro mie delyghted herte. 
For Hengift kynde her ufage doth unfaic: 
Elfewhere the world doth wane, and theye ov olde 
Hadde prower fowghles than are onlyve to daie— 
Hys deedes beforne hys fadhers fhul be tolde . 
And fro the lyche renome hys grandfones fhul wythholde. 
The Skaldes Rerve the cuppes ov fkulles ameyne, 
png. Freer draughtes ov carnage {pylle, 
The bowles wyth bloodde of Brydyanes fteyne, | 
Father Woden, drynke dhie fylle. 
Waikyres ope dhie pallafe-dore, 
Sowghies ov ftrevers thider tronge. 
Skaldes belowe their prayles yore ; 
Bragger, yond their prayfe prolonge. 
Brydyfhe 
