Beowulf Poem. . .

The Battle Was Over, Beowulf

Had Been Granted New Glory

No Dane Doubted

The Victory; For The Proof , Hanging High

From The Rafters Where Beowulf Had Hung It

Then Old && Young Rejoiced, Turned Back

From That Happy Pilgrimage, Mounted Their

Hard Hooved, Horses; High Spirited Stallions, && Rode Them

Slowly Toward Herot Again, Retelling

Beowulf's Bravery As They Jogged Along,

&& Over && Over They Swore That Nowhere

On Earth Or Under The Spreading Sky

Or Between Seas, Neither South Nor North

Was There A Warrior Worthier To Rule Over Men

"Hail Beowulf!"