What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
[ [COLOR=silver]Mountain[/COLOR] ]
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they scamp,
Then they stand still.
[ [COLOR=silver]Chesnuts[/COLOR] ]
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
[ [COLOR=silver]The Wind[/COLOR] ]
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place
Not in high place."
[ [COLOR=silver]Sun on Daisies[/COLOR] ]
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
[ [COLOR=silver]The Dark[/COLOR] ]
A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
[ [COLOR=silver]Eggs[/COLOR] ]
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
[ [COLOR=silver]Fish[/COLOR] ]
This thing all things devour:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
[ [COLOR=silver]Time[/COLOR] ]
I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear
and wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
of help being brought to me in the battle,
before I'm eventually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
skillfully forged in the flame by smiths
bite deeply into me. I can but await
a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
to discover in the city any of those doctors
who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider
death blows are dealt me by day and by night.
[ [COLOR=silver]A Shield[/COLOR] ]
Wob's my name if you work it out;
I'm a fair creature fashioned for battle
When I bend and shoot my deadly shaft
from my stomach, I desire only to send
that poison as far away as possible.
When my lord, who devised this torment for me,
releases my limbs, I become longer
and, bent upon slaughter, spit out
that deadly poison I swallowed before.
No man's parted easily from the object
I describe; if he's struck by what flies
from my stomach, he pays for its poison
with his strength - speedy atonement for his life
I'll serve no master when unstrung, only when
I'm cunningly nocked. Now guess my name.
[ [COLOR=silver]A Bow[/COLOR] ]
Favoured by men, I am found far and wide,
taken from woods and the heights of the town,
From high and from low. during each day
bees brought me through the bright sky
skillfully home to a shelter. Soon after that
I was taken by men and bathed in a tub.
Now I blind them and chasten them, and cast
a young man at once to the ground,
and sometimes an old one too.
He who struggles against my strength,
he who dares grapple with me, discovers immediately
that he will hit the hard floor with his back
if he persists with such stupidity.
Deprived of his strength and strangely loquacious,
he's a fool, who rules neither his mind
nor his hands nor his feet.
Now ask me, my friends,
who knocks young men stupid,
and as his slave binds them
in broad waking daylight?
Yes ask me my name.
[ [COLOR=silver]Mead[/COLOR] ]
On the way a miracle: water become bone.
[ [COLOR=silver]Ice[/COLOR] ]
On earth there's a warrior of curious origin.
He's created, gleaming, by two dumb creatures
for the benefit of men. Foe bears him against foe
to inflict harm. Women often fetter him,
strong as he is. If maidens and men
care for him with due consideration
and feed him frequently, he'll faithfully obey them
and serve them well. Men succour him for the warmth
he offers in return; but this warrior will savage
anyone who permits him to become too proud.
[ [COLOR=silver]Fire[/COLOR] ]
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