Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Hrolfs Thrall, His Song
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Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat’s hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside.
Hearth-fire, white cheese, own roof-tree,
True mead slow brewed with brown malt;
But a good woman is savour and salt.
Hack, sword, hack for straw-thatch home;
Guard, buckler, guard both beast and human—
God, send true man his true woman!