Where have they gone
Those proudest of dreamers?
Their woods are all silenced
And the bright halls stand free
Children sturdy and flaxen
Gewissae bold and free
As the land they were Saxon
Tall gra** is waving
Over their barrows
Their pastures unmown
And the meadows ghostly
Shadows are whispering
Songs from the twilight
Their swords all shattered
And the spears just trees
Engle und Seaxe up becoman
Ofer brad brim Brytene sohtan
Wlance wigsmidas Wealas ofercoman
Eorlas arhwate eard begeatan