[Evisse the Blue]

The horse and the rider
(original)

Where now the horse and the rider, where is the horn that was blowing,
Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing,
Where is the hand on the harpstring and the red fire glowing,
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing.
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like windion the meadow
The days have gone down in the West, behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

Reversed version:

Here is the hound and the wanderer, here is the flute that was moaning,
Here he lies on the shield, with his dark eyes glowing,
And so pass their feet by the mounds, and the ocean flowing,
Here come the winter and frost, with grass barely showing.
Here they come like sun in the valley, like stillness in the tomb,
The night covers the east, over the plains into gloom.
We shall put out the fire and cover the urn,
We shall bow our sad faces not to see them return.