“from THE WANDERER (lines 92–6) Where has the horse gone? Where has the man gone? Where have the treasure-givers gone? Where are the seats at the feast? Where are the joys of the hall? So long to the sparkling cup. So long to the warrior in wargear. So long to princely power. See how that era has passed, faded into nothingness under night’s helmet, as if it had never been.”