Stanza 9: Hail

byþ hwitust corna.         hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte.
wealcaþ hit windes scuras.         weorþeþ hit to wætere syððan
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It is the whitest of grains; it whirls from heaven’s air,
It rolls out of a wind storm, it turns into water soon after.