The Dream of the Rood: An anonymous Anglo-Saxon poem translated by Elaine Treharne
Listen, I will tell the best of visions, what came to me in the middle of the night, when voice-bearers dwelled in rest. It seemed to me that I saw a more wonderful tree, lifted in the air, wound round with light, the brightest of beams. That beacon was entirely cased in gold; beautiful gems … Continue reading The Dream of the Rood: An anonymous Anglo-Saxon poem translated by Elaine Treharne
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