one. Many a treasure 










fetched from far was freighted with him. 










No ship have I known so nobly dight 










with weapons of war and weeds of battle, 










with breastplate and blade: on his bosom lay 










a heaped hoard that hence should go 










far o'er the flood with him floating away. 










No less these loaded the lordly gifts, 










thanes' huge treasure, than those had done 










who in former time forth had sent him 










sole on the seas, a suckling child. 










High o'er his head they hoist the standard, 










a gold-wove banner; let billows take him, 










gave him to ocean. Grave were their spirits, 










mournful their mood. No man is able 










to say in sooth, no son of the halls, 










no hero 'neath heaven, -- who harbored that freight!










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