My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, And then the power of clouds carries me far Above the people; and my ornaments Loudly resound, send forth a melody And clearly sing, when I am not in touch With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
Earth took of earth earth with ill; Earth other earth gave earth with a will. Earth laid earth in the earth stock-still: Then earth in earth had of earth its fill. Erthe Toc of Erthe Erthe toc of erthe erthe wyth woh, erthe other erthe to the earthe droh, erthe leyde erthe in erthene throh, tho hevede erthe of erthe erthe ynoh.