Found a comfort. There, cowering in fear,
Many wearily shall wait on the wide plain
What doom shall be dealt them for the deeds of their life,
Of angry penalties. Departed hath [W]insomeness,
805 The ornaments of earth. It Used to be true
That long our Life-joys were locked in the sea-streams,
Our Fortunes on earth; in the fire shall our treasure
Burn in the blast; brightly shall mount,
The red flame, raging and wrathfully striding
810 Over the wide world; wasted shall be the plains;