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Þus cwæð Ælfwine Wídlást Éadwines sunu:
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Thus spake Ælfwine the Fartravelled son of Éadwine:
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Fela bið on Westwegum werum uncúðra,
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There is many a thing in the west of the world unknown to men;
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wundra and wihta, wlitescéne land,
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marvels and strange beings, a land lovely to look on,
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eardgeard ælfa and ésa bliss.
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the dwelling place of the Elves and the bliss of the Gods.
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Lýt ǽnig wát hwylc his langoð síe
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Little doth any man know what longing
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þám þe eftsíðes eldo getwǽfeð.
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is his whom old age cutteth off from return.
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