Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 83: VIII.

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The collection gathers short lyric poems that move between contemplative calm and turbulent passion, using concise, musical lines and recurring images of sea, wind, seasons, and evening light. Many pieces voice longing, solitude, and consolation, often addressing a beloved or a singing presence while alternating hope and resignation. Natural phenomena—waves, storms, dawn, and autumn decay—serve as metaphors for inner states. Occasional sonnets and mythic or spiritual invocations broaden the formal range. Overall the poems emphasize sensory detail and melodic rhythm to explore memory, desire, and the search for solace amid change.

VIII.

Nou kear ik yn ta Dy, great-machtich God,
Hwaens hearlikheit myn lyts bigryp oergiet;
Hwent folle sei ’k yn dit forklearjend liet
Fen ho’st my skoepst en fen myn talein lot,

En ’k neamde my mei menn’ge namme en ’k hiet
My sjonger, preester, noeder fen in skat,
En ’k like sels my great, my byldzjend det
Ik mids de kenings fen Dyn wrâldrom siet—

Dennoch forswige ik yet myn swiidste rom,
Ien, great en heech, o Hear, as ierdske tael
Hast net bineame doar, fen Dy biskern,

Hwent mear as ik as bard en preester kom,
Bin ik, nei ’t great ûnthjit fen ’t âld forhael
—En ’t is in saed fen himelsk lok—Dyn Bern.