Otros Cuentos y Poemas
Aegidii Ahenobarbi Julii Agricole de Hammo
Domini de Domito, Aule Draconarie Comitis
Regni Minimi Regis et Basilei
mira facinora et mirabilis exortus
For ever still a messenger,
a passenger, a tarrier,
a-roving as a feather does,
a weather-driven mariner.
“There was once a little man called Niggle, who had a long journey to make. He did not want to go, indeed the whole idea was distasteful to him; but he could not get out of it. He knew he would have to start some time, but he did not hurry with his preparations.”
“There was a village once, not very long ago for those with long memories, nor very far away for those with long legs. Wootton Major it was called because it was larger than Wootton Minor, a few miles away deep in the trees.”
Now mourn for ever
Saxon and English, from the sea's margin
to the western forest! The wall is fallen,
women are weeping; the wood is blazing
and the fire naming as a far beacon.
At the door he tumbled
there hell took him
Sun shone on swords silver-pointed
the spears sparkled as they sprang upward,
white as wheatfield. Wheeling above them
the crows were crying with cold voices.
Hraþe æfter þon ongann
seo sunne niþer gewítan,
wurdon sceadwa lange ofer eorðan.
Þá arás se cyning;
menn ónetton of þǽre healle.