Hrolf's Thrall, His Song
1888-1950
There be five things to a man's desire:
Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside.
Four things poor and homely be:
Hearth-fire, white cheese, own roof-tree,
True mead slow brewed with brown malt;
But a good woman is savour and salt.
Plow, shove deep through gray loam;
Hack, sword, hack for straw-thatch home;
Guard, buckler, guard both beast and human --
God, send true man his true woman!
DayPoems Poem No. 1440
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1440.html">Hrolf's Thrall, His Song by Willard Wattles</a>
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