The Departing Soul's Address to the Body: A Fragment of a Semi-Saxon Poem Discovered Among the Archives of Worcester Cathedral — Key Ideas to Explore
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ou wert slave thines weolan. to thy wealth, noldest thu nouht. 155 nor wouldst thou ought thærof d_ælen_. thereof distribute for Drihtenes willæn. for God's pleasure; ac æfre thu grædiliche, but thou ever greedily gæderdest the more. didst gather the more. lu_ther_liche eart thu forloren. 160 Miserably art thou separated from al that thu lufedest. from all that thou lovedst, and ic scal wræcche soule. and I, wretched soul, shall _ece_ we nu driæn. now suffer everlasting woe. eart thu nu loth and unwurth. Thou art now loathsome and contemptible alle thine freonden. 165 to all thy friends. nu ha_m thun_cheth alto long. Now they think it all too long that thu ham neih list. that thou liest nigh them, ær thu beo ibrouht. ere thou be brought thær thu be_grafen_ scalt. where thou shalt be buried on deope sæthe. 170 in a deep pit, on durelease huse. in a doorless house, thær wurmes wældeth. where worms possess al_le that_ wurthest was. all that was most honoured fuweles quale holde. of the foul dead carcase, the thu icwemedest ær. 175 that thou formerly delightedst mid alre _kunde_ swetnesse. with all kind of sweetness, theo thu swuthe lufedest. that thou much didst love. theo swetnesse is nu al agon. The sweetness is now all gone, that b_ittere_ the bith fornon. the bitter is thee near, that bittere ilæsteth æffre. 180 that bitter lasteth ever, that swete ne cumeth the _næffre_. that sweet cometh to thee never. * * * * * * * * * * _thun_cheth that thu hire bi_lei_ben. thinketh that thou here remain. ȝet sæith theo sowle. Yet saith the soul soriliche to then licame. 185 sadly to the body: sæ _ne thea_rft thu on stirope. see, thou canst not on stirrup stonden mid fotan. stand with thy feet, on nenne goldfohne bowe. on no gold-glittering saddle; for thu _scal_t faren alto howe. for thou shalt journey all to woe, and thu scalt nu ruglunge. 190 and thou shalt now backwards ridæn to thære eorthe. ride to the earth; ut _sceo_t æt thære dure. shut out at the door, ne thearft thu næffre onȝean. nor canst thou ever again cumæn reowliche riden. come fiercely riding. _nu alle_ beræfed. 195 Now all bereaved, ac thene eorthliche weole. eke the earthly wealth, the thu iwold ohtest. that thou possessed power _over_. nu mon mæi _seg_gen bi the. Now they may say of thee, thes mon is iwiten. this man is departed, nu her weila. 200 Alas! now here, and his weolæn beoth her belæfed. and his wealth is here left behind. _nol_de he nefre thær of don. he would never do therewith his drihtenes wille. his Lord's will. ac æfre thu gæderest. But ever thou didst gather gær_sumen_ thine feonde. 205 riches of thine enemies. nulleth heo nimen gete. Yet will they not take hwo hit biȝete. who procured it? nafst thu bute _we_lawei. nor hast thou but well away! that thu weole heuedest. that thou hadst wealth. al is reowliche thin sith. 210 All ruefull is thy lot, efter thin wrecche lif. after thy wicked life. theo men beoth the blithre. Those men are the blither the arisen ær with the. that formerly jangled with thee, that thin muth is betuned. that thy mouth is closed, _the_ theo teone ut lettest. 215 with which thou reproach uttered, the he heom sore grulde. which sorely provoked them; thet ham gros the aȝan. that they raged against thee; _dæ_th hine haveth bituned. death hath closed it, and thene teone aleid. and the anger taken away. Soth is iseid. 220 Truly it is said on then salme _be_c. in the Psalm book, _Os tuum habundavit malitia_, _os tuum habundavit malitia_, was on thine muthe. wickedness ripe luthernesse ripe. was in thy mouth. _no_ldest thu on thine huse. 225 Thou wouldst not in thy house herborwen theo wrecchen. shelter the poor, ne mihten heo under _thine_ roue. nor might they under thy roof none reste finden. find any rest; noldest thu næfre helpen. nor wouldst thou ever help tham orlease w_recche_n. 230 the unhappy wretches; ac thu sete on thine benche. but thou sate on thy bench, underleid mid thine bolstre. underlaid with thy bolster, thu wurpe _cn_eow ofer cneow. thou threw knee over knee, ne icneowe thu the sulfen. nor knew thou thyself that thu scoldest mid wurmen. 235 that thou shouldst with worms _husien_ in eorthan. dwell in the earth. nu thu hauest neowe hus. Now thou hast a new house, inne bethrungen. a crowded dwelling; lowe beoth the helewewes. low is the covering, unheiȝe beoth the sidwowes. 240 unhigh the sidewalls, thin rof liith on thin breoste ful thy roof lieth on thy breast full _nei_. _nigh_. colde is the ibedded. Cold art thou embedded, clothes bidcled. beclad in clothes nulleth thine hinen. thy hinds would refuse. clothes the sen * * * 245 Clothes the sen * * * for heom thuncheth alto lut. for they think all too little that thu heom bilefdest. that thou didst leave them; that thu hefdest on hor_de_. that thou hadst in hoard theo hit wulleth heldan. they will it keep. thus is iwitan thin weole. 250 Thus is departed thy wealth, wendest thet hit thin were. _thou_ thoughtest that it thine were. thus _reowliche_ nu thin sith. Thus ruefull now thy lot, efter thin wrecche lif. after thy wretched life. the sculen nu waxen. Now wormes shall grow wurmes besiden. 255 beside thee, _thene_ hungrie feond. the hungry enemy theo the freten wulleth. that will devour thee, heo wulleth the frecliche freten. they will thee greedily devour; for _heo_ thin flæsc liketh. for they like thy flesh, he_o_ wulleth freten thin fule hold. they will devour thy foul carcase, theo hwule heo hit fin_deth_. 261 as long as they find it; thonne hit al bith agon. when it is all gone heo wulleth gnawen thin bon. they will gnaw thy bone; theo orlease wu_rmes_. those vile worms, heo windeth on thin armes. 265 they wind on thy arms, heo breketh thine breoste. they break up thy breast, and borieth the ofer al. and perforate thee all over; _heo_ reoweth in and ut. they rove in and out, thet hord is hore open. that hoard is open to them, and so heo wulleth waden. 270 and so they will wade wide in thi _wom_be. wide in thy stomach; todelen thine thermes. parting thy entrails theo the deore weren. that were dear to thee. lifre and thine lihte. Thy liver and thy lights lod_liche_ torenden. 275 loathfully rending, and so scal formelten. and so shall waste away mawe and thin milte. thy maw and thy melt, and so scal win * * * and so shall win * * * * * * * * * * * * * _wur_mes of thine flæsc. 280 worms of thy flesh, thu scalt fostren thine feond. thou shalt nourish thine enemy thet thu beo al ifreten until thou art all devoured; _thu_ scalt nu herborwen. thou shalt now harbour unhol wihte. hateful creatures, noldest thu ær gode men. 285 (heretofore thou wouldst not, good men, for lufe go_de sel_lan. for love, give _of thy_ goods;) heo wulleth wurchen hore hord. they will work their hoard on thine heaued ponne. in thy skull. m_oton_ heo bileafen. Should they leave thine lippen unfreten. 290 thy lips undevoured, ac thu scalt grisliche grennien. eke thou shalt grin horribly, _that_ hwo so hit iseiȝe. that whosoever sees it he mihte beon offered. he might be frightened; Reowliche bith so thin sith. so rueful is thy lot, efter _thin_ wercche lif. 295 after thy wicked life. nu me wule swopen thine flor. Now men will sweep thy floor, and thet flet clensien. and cleanse the dwelling; for hit is h_eom_ lothre. for it is the loather to them the thu theron leiȝe. that thou liest thereon. heo wulleth mid holiwatere. 300 They will, with holy water, beworpen ec theo p_ædas_. sprinkle eke the vestments, blecsien ham ȝeorne. cleansing them carefully to burewen ham with the. to bury them with thee; beren ut thin bed strau. bear out thy bed-straw b_rennen_ hit mid fure. 305 to burn it with fire. thus thu ert nu ilufed. Thus thou art now beloved seoththen thu me forlure. since thou lost me. al hit is reow_liche_ thin sith. All rueful is thy lot, efter thin wrecche lif. after thy wicked life. ȝet sæith the soule. 310 Yet saith the soul so_r_iliche to hire licame. sadly to the body, _nol_dest thu la erming. Alas! miserable, wouldst thou not her o to wunienne. here for ever dwell? nes hit the no wiht icunde. it was no whit known to thee that thu icore_n me_ hefdest. 315 that thou hadst chosen me; nes hit icunde the. it was not known to thee more then thine cunne biuoren the. more than to thy kin before thee, ne heold is thin _æiȝe_ opene. nor was thine eye held open theo hwule ic the inne was. while I was within thee. hwi noldest thu lefen. 320 Why wouldst thou not believe, tha thu hi iseiȝe. though thou saw it, hu thin ford_feren_. how thy forefathers ferden biforen the. went before thee. nu heo wunieth on eorthe. Now they dwell in the earth, wurmes ham habbeth todæled. 325 worms have shared them, is_ceorf hore_ sorhfulle bones. gnawed their miserable bones the theo sunne wrohten. with which they wrought sin. tha ȝet seith theo soule. Again saith the soul, soriliche to hire li_chame_. sorrowfully to the body, æfre thu were luther. 330 thou wert ever wicked theo hwile thu lif hæfdest. whilst thou hadst life, thu were leas and luti. thou wert false and deceitful, and unriht lufede_st_. and loved injustice _and_ luthere deden. and wicked deeds, deredest cristene men. 335 and injured Christian men and mid worde and mid werke. with word and with work, so thu wurst mihte. as thou worst might. _ic was_ from Gode clene. I was sent to thee to the isend. innocent from God, ac thu hauest unc fordon. 340 but thou hast undone us, mid thine luthere deden. with thy wicked deeds. _æfre_ thu were gredi. Ever thou wert greedy, and mid gromen the onfulled. and filled thyself with fierceness, unneathe ic on the. I hardly in thee eni wununge ha_uede_. 345 had any dwelling, for hearde nithe. for hard covetousness, and ofer mete fulle. and foul gluttony; for thin wombe was thin god. for thy belly was thy god, and thin wulder _thu_ iscend. 349 and thou spoiled thy glory. forloren thu havest theo ece blisse. Lost thou hast everlasting bliss, binumen thu havest the paradis. thou hast deprived thee of Paradise. bi_nu_men the is that holi lond. Taken from thee is that holy land; then deofle thu bist isold on hond. thou art given into the devil's hand, for noldest thu nefre _habb_en inouh. for thou wouldst never have enough, buten thu hefdest unifouh. 355 unless thou hadst repletion. Nu is that swete al agon. Now is the sweet all gone, thet bittere the bi_th_ fornon. the bitter is near thee, that bittere ilest the efre. that bitter lasteth thee ever, thet gode ne cumeth the nefre. that good cometh to thee never. thus ageth nu th_in sith_. 360 Thus goeth now thy lot, æfter thin wrecce lif. after thy wicked life. thu wendest that thin ende. Thou thoughtest that thine end nefre ne cuman scolde. should never come. to long * * * lede death the. Too long * * * death thee, that he nolde nimen the. 365 that he would not take thee, for efre thu arerdest sake. for thou ever raised up strife and unseihte * * * and discord, * * * and ic was with innen the. and I was within thee biclused swuthe fule. most foully enclosed; thu were wedlowe. 370 thou wert faithless and mon sware. and perjured, and * * * hund inouh. and * * * enough; for thu were mid sunne. for thou wert with sin ifulled al with inne. filled all within, for the deofle l_ored the al_l. 375 for the devil taught thee all, ord fulneih thine heorte. chief full nigh thy heart. efre thu woldest fullen. Ever thou wouldst fulfil, al that was his wille. all that was his will. * * * * * * * * * * * * * thu nefre th. 380 * * * * * _drihtenes_ * * * * * * * * * * * _iwo_ld ahte. * * * * * The ȝet seith theo soule. Again, saith the soul, soriliche to hire licame. sadly to the body, clene bith the eor_the_. 385 the earth is pure _ær_ thu to hire to cume. e'er thou come to it, ac thu heo afulest. but thou defilest it mid thin fule holde. with thy foul carcase; thet is that fu_lnesse_. only that foulness is afursed from monnen. 390 removed from men; nu thu bist bihuded. now thou art hidden on alre horde fulest. in foulest hoard, on _deope_ seathe. in a deep pit, on durelease huse. in a doorless house. thu scalt rotien. 395 Thou shalt rot and brostnian. and corrupt; thine bon beoth bedæled. thy bones will be separated _from th_ære wæde. from the clothing the heo weren to iwunede. in which they were inhabited; breketh lith from lithe. 400 limb breaks from limb; liggeth the bon stil. the bones lie still, _tha_ ure drihten eft. until our Lord again of deathe heo aræreth. from death raiseth them, so he alle men deth. as he doth all men, thonne domes daie _cume_th. 405 when doomsday cometh. thonne scalt thu erming. Then shalt thou, miserable! up arisen. up arise, imeten thine morth deden. thy deadly sins measured, theo the murie _were_n. that were so pleasant to thee; seoruhful and sorimod. 410 sorrowful and melancholy, so thin lif wrouhte. the crimes of thy life. nu beoth thine earen fordutte. Now are thine ears closed, _non drea_me ihereth. no pleasant sounds they hear; theo leorneden theo listen. they learned, they listened tha luthere weren. 415 to those that were wicked. [_mid_] wowe domes. With unjust judgments, and gultes _feole_. and many trespasses, _thu_ othre beræfedest. thou others bereaved rihtes istreones. of rightful wealth, _thurh_ thæs deofles lore, 420 through the devil's lore, theo the likede wel. that thou liked well. the _deofle_ tuhte his hearpe. The _devil_ touched his harp, and tuhte the to him. and enticed thee to him; thu iherdest thene dream. thou heardest the harmony; he was drih_tene f_ulloth. 425 it was hateful to the Lord. he swefede the. He lulled thee mid then sweize. with the sound; swote thu sleptest. sweetly thou sleptest longe on thine bedde. long in thy bed; _n_is the to chirche. 430 nor art thou at church, ne mostes thu iheren. nor canst thou hear theo holie dræmes. those holy sounds, theo bellen rungen. the bells tolling, _that s_iker becnunge wæs. that a sure beckoning was; ne holie lore. 435 nor holy lore the unker helpe wære. that should be our help. ac efre he tuhte the. But ever he enticed thee, _andnu_ beo the iwold ahte. and now thou art in his power; ac nu beoth fordutte. eke now are closed thine dream thurles. 440 thy doors of sound, ne ihereth heo _ne_ more. nor hear they more non herunge of the. any praise of thee, ær theo bemen blowen. until the trumpets blow the unc becnien scu_llen_. which shall summon us _f_rom deathes dimnesse. 445 from death's dimness to drihtenes dome. to the Lord's doom. thonne thu scalt iheren. Then thou shalt hear thene _lauer_de dom. the Lord doom, the thu on thisse life. that thou in this life lutherliche of eodest. 450 wickedly walked. Thet et seith the sowle. Again saith the soul _soril_iche to hire licame. sadly to the body, nu thu bist afursed. now thou art separated from alle thine freonden. from all thy friends; nu is thin muth forscutted. 455 now is thy mouth prevented, for death hine haueth fordutted. for death has closed it; ne bith he _ne m_are undon. nor will it be ever opened ær cume thæs heiȝe kinges dom. before the high King's doom. thonne hit bith isene. Then it will be seen, _thet_ on Psalme seith. 460 as the Psalm sayeth, _Reddituri sunt de factis propriis _Reddituri sunt de factis propriis rationem._ rationem._ thonne sculen theo _w_eile. Then shall those servants seggen hore deden. tell their deeds, wisliche thurh wisdome. truly through wisdom, for drihten hit wot. 465 for the Lord knoweth them; _thon_ne heo onfoth hore dom. then they receive their doom of drihtenes muthe. from the Lord's mouth, also hit is awriten. as it is written; of _drih_tenes muthe. from the Lord's mouth: _Ite maledicti in ignem eternum._ 470 _Ite maledicti in ignem eternum._ thonne sculen wit si_thien_. Then shall we depart to alre seoruwe mest. into uttermost sorrow, faren mid feondes. go with fiends in thet eche fur. in that everlasting fire, beornen _æ_fre. 475 to burn for ever; ende nis ther nefre. end is there never. _Et quia bona egerunt ibunt in vitam _Et quia bona egerunt ibunt in vitam eternam._ eternam._ thonne _go_n theo goden. Then go the good, mid Gode sithian. departing with God, echeliche wunien. 480 to dwell everlastingly in alre wuldre. in ever-during glory. * * * * * * * * * * * * * me suke to the. * * * * * _Osmeum aperui, et attraxi ipsum._ _Osmeum aperui, et attraxi ipsum._ thu * * * et drowe me to the. thou * * * drew me to thee, walawa! and wa is me. 486 well away! and woe is me! that ic efre com to the. that I ever came to thee; for noldest _thu_ mid thine muthe. for thou wouldst not with thy mouth bimænen thine neode. bewail thy infirmities; ac æfre diȝelliche. 490 but ever darkly thu woldest _ham_ bidernan. thou wouldst hide them; noldest thu ham siggen. nor wouldst thou confess them; biforen none preosten. before any priest, ther _al_le men secheth ham ore. where all men seek pardon, bimæneth hore misdeden. 495 bewail their misdeeds, and seoththen milts_unge_ foth. and afterwards obtain mercy; thurh sothne scrift. through true shrift sithieth to Criste. depart to Christ; seggeth hore sunnen. confess their sins and hor _soules_ helpith. 500 and help their souls, thurh sothe bireousunge. through true repentance. theo soule reste onfoth. the soul acquires rest; ac ne the _scalt_ nefre resten. but thou shalt never rest, thurh thine bireousunge. through thy repentance. ac altogædere ic am forlor_en_. 505 Eke I am altogether lost _thurh_ thine luthere deden. through thy wicked deeds; noldest thu mid muthe. thou wouldst not with thy mouth bidden me none milt_sunge_. pray for mercy to me; nu thu ert adumbed. now thou art bedumbed, and death haueth the keiȝe. 510 and death has caught thee; mid clutes thu ert forl_ig_den. thou art laid out with rags, and loth alle freonden. and loath to all thy friends, efre ma eft. for ever and ever on to lokienne. to look on. thus is reoulic_he thin_ sith. 515 Thus rueful is thy lot, efter thine wrecche lif. after thy wicked life; for thu were beset. for thou wert beset thicke mid sunne. thick with sin, and alle _theo_ weren prickiende. and they all were pricking so wiles on ile. 520 like quills on porcupine; he bith thicke mid wiles. he is thick _set_ with quills; ne prikieth he_om_ no wiht. they prick him not, for al bith that softe. for the soft part is all iwend to him sulfen. turned to himself, that ne mawen his wil_es_. 525 that his quills cannot _pri_kien him sore. prick him sore, for al bith that scearpe. for the points are all him iwend fromward. turned him fromward. So thu we_ren_ mid sunne. Thus thou wert with sin iset alle with inne. 530 beset all within; theo sunfule pikes. those sinful pikes prikieth me fuls_ore_. prick me full sore, _ac thu al that_ softe was. but thou all that was soft iwend to the sulven. turned to thyself, and efre thet scerpe. 535 and ever the sharp scored me touar_des_. scored me towards, heo weren iwend. they were turned so me wurst was. as was worst for me, ich was mid thine prickunge. I was with the pricking ipin_ed ful_sore. 540 pained ful sore: ac nu me wulleth prikien. but now will prick me theo pikes inne helle. those pikes in hell; pinion me ful so_re_. punish me full sore for thine sunne. for thy sin. Ic was on heihnes isceapen. 545 On high was I created, and soule ihoten. and named soul. Ic was the seo_fothe_ isceaft. I was the seventh creation, So theo bec seggeth. as the book says, the the Almihti God. that Almighty God mildeliche iwrouhte. 550 mercifully wrought. wisli_che_ mid worde. Truly by his word so hit al iwearth. thus it all came to pass: heouene and eorthe. heaven and earth, luft and engles. air and angels, wind and wa_tere_. 555 wind and water, thæs monnes soule. the soul of man, this beoth theo seouene. these are the seven the ic ær foreseide. that I before mentioned. this was ma_kede_. These were made thæs Almihties fæder. 560 by the Almighty Father; of thissen andweorke. of this substance alle thing he iwrouhte. all things he wrought; and th_us_ hit is iwriten. and thus it is written on holie wisdome. in holy wisdom, _Fiat et facta sunt omnia._ 565 _Fiat et facta sunt omnia._ He seide iwu_rthe_. He said, let be, _and_ alle thing iworthen. and all things were; thus mid one worde. thus with one word al hit was iwurthen. was all created; he iscop th_onne_ thene sune. 570 he made then the sun, alle isceafte wisliche. all truly created thurh wisdome. by his wisdom, and efre he hit wiseth. and he guides it ever, _Imaginem et similitudinem._ _Imaginem et similitudinem._ and ic deorewurthe. 575 And I, in the dear drihtenes onlicn_esse_. Lord's likeness. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * of God. * * * of God, and ic the imæne. and me between, mid lothre lufe. 580 with pure love, and ic thin wale iwearth. and I thy bliss decreed; hu so _thu nol_dest. how so thou wouldst not; weila thine fule iwill. alas! thy foul will wo haveth hit me idon. hath wrought my woe. Thu fule mathe _mæ_te. 585 Thou foul food for worms, hwi hauest thu me biswiken. why hast thou deceived me? For thine fule sunne. For thy wicked sin ic scal nu _in helle_. I shall now in hell dreiȝen ther wrecche sith. suffer there a wretched time, all for thine fule lif. 590 all for thy wicked life; ȝet ic wulle the ætwi_nne_. yet I will flee thee _and thine_ wea sithes. and thy dreary fate. Nu ic scal soriliche. Now I shall sorrowfully sithien from the. depart from thee; nu beoth thine teth atru. 595 thy teeth are now poisonous; _thin_ tunge is ascorted. thy tongue is shortened, theo the facen was. which was so deceitful and then feonde icweme. and pleasing to the fiend. Mid wowe _dreames_. With unjust judgments, and mid gultes feole. 600 and with many trespasses, _thu_ othre birefedest. thou bereaved others rihtes istreones. of their rightful wealth, gæderest to * * * ime. gatheredest * * * ac hit is nu all igon. but it is now all gone thurh thæs deofles lore. 605 through the devil's lore, the the licode wel. that thou liked so well. Nu lith thin _bodige_ stille. Now lieth thy body still on ful colde denne. in full cold den; nafest thu gaersume themo. nor hast thou the treasure the heo was spekinde. 610 of which she spake; _for_ heo was faken biforen. for she was deceitful before, and atterne bihinden. and envenomed after; heo demde feole domes. she pronounced many judgments the drihten _was_ lothe. that were hateful to the Lord. Iseid hit is on psalme. 615 It is said in the Psalm, and ful sothe hit is bihire. and full true it is of her: _Lingua tua concinnabat dolos._ _Lingua tua concinnabat dolos._ Heo ȝeothede fakenliche. She poured out deceitfully, and then feonde icwemde. and pleased the fiend; heo heou mid hearde worde. 620 she hewed with hard words, and _icwem_de tha wrecches. and delighted the wretches. scearpe heo was and kene. Sharp she was and keen, and cwemde then deofle. and pleased the devil mid alle then sun_ne_. with all the sin _that_ efre was his wille. 625 that ever was his will. A wurthe hire wa. Wo be to her! that heo spekinde was so. that she spake so; heo haue_th_ unc _dom_ned. she has damned us to deoppere helle. to deeper hell. Nis hit non sellic. 630 Is it not wonderful, thauh ic segge of boken. though I read in books, thauh ic _thonne_ that sothe repie. though I then the truth gathered, for ic was ilered. for I was taught of mine leoue fæder. by my dear father feire on frumthe. 635 beautifully in the beginning, aer ic _ford_ferde. before I departed, ic was Godes douhter. I was God's daughter, ac thu amerdest that foster. but thou didst hinder that fostering. ic sceolde lif holden. I might life have held, _me selle_the he wolde. 640 that he would have given me. Sone thu were lifleas. Soon thou wert lifeless, seoththen ic the forleas. sithence I left thee. Ic was thin imake. I was thy wife, _so so_ bec seggeth. as the book says: _Uxor tua sicut vitis habundans._ 645 _Uxor tua sicut vitis habundans._ Ic was the biwedded. I was wedded to thee wurthliche * * * e. honourably, et then fontstone. at the fount stone, that thu haucst ifuled. that thou hast defiled mid thine fule othes. 650 with thy foul oaths. Thu hafest thin ful_luht_ forloren. Thou hast forfeited thy baptism behinden and biuoren. here and hereafter. Feire thu were imerked. Fair thou wert marked, heie on thine heafde. high on thy head, _mid th_en holie ele. 655 with the holy oil Thu hauest kine merke. Thou hadst the mark of royalty; thu scoldest beon on heouene. thou mightst have been in heaven, heih * * * under Gode. high * * * under God, ȝif thu hit ne forlure. if thou hadst not forfeited it thuruh thæs deofles lore. 660 through the devil's lore. Thine godfæderes _ihat_en. Thy godfathers promised, ær heo the forleten. before they relinquished thee, that thu me scoldest holden. that thou shouldst keep me thuruh holie lufe Cristes. in Christ's holy love and _drig_htene lawe. 665 and the law of God, ledene me to Criste. and lead me to Christ. Thu withsoke thene deofel. Thou renounced the devil, efter drihtenes cw_ithe_. (after the Lord's word,) _his_ modes and his wrænches. his moods, and his deceits, and his wieles thærto. 670 and his wiles thereto. Seoththen thu hine lufedest. Afterwards thou lovedst him, and for_w_inne drihten. and rebelled against the Lord, for thu lufedest theo lawen. for thou lovedst the traitors the drihten weren lothe. that were hateful to God; unker team _for_loren. 675 our progeny lost the wit scolden teman. that we should bring forth; so ic was the betæiht. as I was given to thee that wit scolden teman. that we might propagate. Thu _haue_st beon bearne fæder. Thou hast been father of children, and ic hore moder. 680 and I their mother; wit scolden fostrien bearn. we should foster our progeny, and bring _ham_ to Criste. and bring them to Christ. Thet beoth theos bearn. These are the children so so bec mæneth. that the book mentions: _Filii tui sicut novell_ * * * _Filii tui sicut novell_ * * *
The poem known as The Departing Soul's Address to the Body survives as a fragment from a twelfth-century manuscript that once contained Ælfric's Grammar and Glossary, discovered among the archives of Worcester Cathedral. This edition, printed in 1845, presents the semi-Saxon original alongside a facing English translation by Samuel Weller Singer, with an introductory note by Sir Thomas Phillipps that traces the poem's textual history and its relation to other medieval treatments of the same legend.
The catalog classifies this work under Science Fiction & Utopias, a category that bears no evident relation to the poem's content. The text is a religious and moral poem, not speculative fiction, and this mismatch highlights the limitations of broad subject headings for early medieval fragments.
Manuscript Provenance and Editorial History
The editor, Sir Thomas Phillipps, discovered the fragment among the archives of Worcester Cathedral, where it had formed part of a volume containing Ælfric's Grammar and Glossary, likely from the twelfth century. Phillipps first printed the entire fragment in folio in 1836, but the editor notes that this publication escaped the notice of both Mr. Wright and Mr. Thorpe—scholars who had worked on related texts. Singer's 1845 edition aims to present the poem in a more legible form, responding to what he calls the neglect of the earlier printing.
The introduction also connects this fragment to another semi-Saxon poem, The Grave, printed by Conybeare and Thorpe, which shares lines and thoughts with the present work. Singer quotes Thorpe's description of The Grave as a “singularly impressive and almost appalling fragment,” applying the same characterization to the poem here.
The Soul's Accusation and the Body's Silence
The poem consists of a dramatic monologue in which the departing soul addresses its lifeless body, reproaching it for past sins and warning of eternal punishment. The soul speaks in the first person, using direct address: “nu thu bist afursed / from alle thine freonden” (now thou art separated from all thy friends). The body is portrayed as deaf and mute, its mouth “forscutted” (prevented) by death, unable to respond.
The soul recalls how the body ignored church services and holy sounds: “ne mostes thu iheren / theo holie dræmes, theo bellen rungen” (nor canst thou hear those holy sounds, the bells tolling). It accuses the body of hiding its infirmities and refusing confession: “noldest thu mid thine muthe / bimænen thine neode” (thou wouldst not with thy mouth bewail thy infirmities). The poem thus dramatizes the consequences of a life lived without repentance.
Language and Poetic Form
The text is written in semi-Saxon, a transitional form of English between Old English and Middle English. The editor notes its value for studying the evolution of the language. The poem employs alliterative verse, with lines such as “soril iche to hire licame” (sadly I to the body) and “of drihtenes muthe” (from the Lord's mouth). Latin quotations from the Psalms and the Gospel are interspersed, such as “Ite maledicti in ignem eternum” (Depart, ye cursed, into everlasting fire).
The fragment breaks off mid-line with “me suke to the” (I suck to thee), leaving the poem incomplete. The editor compares it to a similar passage in the Exeter Book and to a homily in the Vercelli Codex, suggesting a common source for the legend.
Readers approaching this fragment should attend to the interplay between the original semi-Saxon text and the facing translation, which reveals the poem's rhythmic and syntactic features. The editor's introduction provides essential context for understanding the manuscript's provenance and the poem's place in the medieval tradition of soul-and-body dialogues. The catalog's classification as Science Fiction is misleading; the work belongs to religious and moral poetry of the twelfth century.
That rainy afternoon, the Worcester manuscript’s old English felt less like death and more like a long-held breath—the soul’s complaint heavy, yet strangely tender. I set it down, and my eyes drifted to another spine, James Whitcomb Riley’s The Book of Joyous Children — Key Ideas to Explore. Pages lighter, sure, but the same quiet voice: something lasting, carried on the air between worlds.
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