The Wanderer by *LordShadowblade on deviantART
"So said the Wanderer, remembering woe,
Cruel slaughters and the death of dear kinsmen:
"Oft I must lament my misery alone, before the dawn.
For none are there now among the living
To whom I dare tell my heart's innermost thoughts.
For truly I know it well-befits a noble warrior
To closely guard his heart's key,
To restrain his thought-horde and resolve what he will.
The weary spirit cannot withstand Fate,
Nor may a wreaked will work new hope.
Therefore, glory-eager men must bind sorrow fast within their breasts;
And so must I, who--oft miserable,
Home-bereft and far from kinsmen--
Have had to bind in fetters my inmost thoughts.
For long it is since earth's darkness
Enfolded my lord, and I fared forth,
Poor, and winter-weary, and onward bound
O'er the wave's expanse."