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what you think the speaker is trying to say. Base your answer on the poem.

The Wanderer translated by Charles W. Kennedy

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Oft to the wanderer, weary of exile, alliteration

Cometh God‟s pity, compassionate love, regular rhythm Though woefully toiling on wintry seas caesura (space) With churning oar in the icy wave,

5 Homeless and helpless he fled from fate. Thus saith the wanderer mindful of misery, Grievous disasters, and death of kin:

“Oft when the day broke. Oft at the dawning,

Lonely and wretched I wailed my woe.

10 No man is living, no comrade left To whom I dare fully unlock my heart. I have learned truly the mark of a man

Is keeping his counsel and locking his lips, Let him think what he will For, woe of heart 15 Withstandeth not fate: a failing spirit

Earneth no help. Men eager for honor Bury their sorrow deep in the breast. “So have I also, often in wretchedness

Fettered my feelings, far from my kin, 20 Homeless and hapless, since days of old,

When the dark earth covered my dear lord‟s face, And I sailed away with sorrowful heart, Over wintry seas, seeking a gold-friend, kenning

If far or near lived one to sustain me 25 With gift in the mead-hall and comfort for grief. “Who bears it, knows what a bitter companion,

Shoulder to shoulder, sorrow can be, When friends are no more. His fortune is exile, No gifts of fine gold; a heart that is frozen,

30 Earth‟s pleasantness dead. And he dreams of the hall-men, The dealing of treasure, the days of his youth, When his lord bade welcome to wassail and feast.

But gone is the gladness, and never again Shall come the loved counsel of comrade and king. 35 “Even in slumber his sorrow assaileth,

And, dreaming he claspeth his dear lord again, Head on knee, hand on knee, loyally laying, Pledging his liege as in days long past.

Then from his slumber he starts lonely-hearted, 40 Beholding gray stretches of tossing sea. Sea-birds bathing, with wings outspread,

While hailstorms darken, and driving snow. Bitterer then is the bane of his wretchedness, The longing for loved one: his grief is renewed.

45 The forms of his kinsmen take shape in the silence: In rapture he greets them: in gladness he scans Old comrades remembered. But they melt into air

With no word of greeting to gladden his heart. Then again surges his sorrow upon him; 50 And grimly he spurs his weary spirit-chest

Once more to the toil of the tossing sea. “No wonder therefore, in all the world, If shadow darkens upon my soul

When I reflect on the fates of men— 55 How one by one proud warriors vanish

From the halls that knew them, and day by day All this earth ages and droops unto death. No man may know wisdom till many a winter

Has been his portion. A wise man is patient, 60 No swift to anger, nor hasty of speech, Neither too weak, nor too reckless, in war,

Neither fearful nor fervent, nor too wishful of wealth. Nor too eager in vow— ere he know the event. A brave man must bide when he speaketh his boast

65 Until he know surely the goal of his spirit. “A wise man will ponder how dread is that doom When all this world‟s wealth shall be scattered and waste

As now, over all, through the regions of earth, Walls stand rime-covered and swept by the winds. 70 The battlements crumble, the wine-halls decay;

Joyless and silent the heroes are sleeping Where the proud host fell by the wall they defended. Some battle launched on their long, last journey;

One a bird bore o‟er the billowing sea: 75 One the gray wolf slew; one a grieving earl

Sadly gave to the grave‟s embrace. The Warden of men hath wasted this world Till the sound of music and revel is stilled,

And these giant-built structures stand empty of life. 80 “He who shall muse on these moldering ruins, And deeply ponder the darkling life,

Must brood on old legends of battle and bloodshed, And heavy the mood that troubles his heart: „Where now is the warrior? Where is the war horse?

85 Bestowal of treasure, and sharing of feast? Alas! The bright ale-cup, the armor-clad warrior, The king in his splendor— those days are long sped

In the night of the past, as if they never had been!‟ And now remains only, for warriors‟ memorial, 90 A wall wondrous high with serpent shapes carved.

Storms of ash-spears have smitten the earls, Carnage of weapon, and conquering fate. “Storms now batter these ramparts of stone;

Blowing snow and the blast of winter 95 Enfold the earth; night-shadows fall Darkly lowering, from the north driving

Raging hail in wrath upon men. Wretchedness fills the realm of earth. And fate‟s decrees transform the world.

100 Here wealth is fleeting, friends are fleeting, Man is fleeting, kinsman is fleeting. All the foundation of earth shall fail!”

Thus spoke the sage in solitude pondering. Good man is he who guardeth his faith.

105 He must never too quickly unburden his breast Of its sorrow, but eagerly strive for amends; And happy the man who seeketh for mercy

From the father in heavens, our fortress and strength

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