"Scott Moncrieff's Beowulf
In the curdled afterglow of night
The long ship leaves the cliff, the ness, the cave;
Unending arcs of icy light
Flicker about her on the climbing wave;
And coming close fierce warriors crowd
To shout across the Swan's Way. See! They pass.
She drives through trailing veils of cloud,
And time pours down like rain on weeping glass."
--Charles Spear
"Edda, edgeless amnesia..." --Dr Awkward & Olson in Oslo
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