Somme cherisaunei 'tys to gentle mynde, <br />Whan heie have chevyced theyre londe from bayne , <br />Whan theie ar dedd, theie leave yer name behynde, <br />And theyre good deedes doe on the earthe remayne; <br />Downe yn the grave wee ynhyme everych steyne, <br />Whylest al her gentlenesse ys made to sheene, <br />Lyche fetyve baubels geasonne to be seene. <br /> <br />Ælla, the wardenne of thys castell stede, <br />Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie, <br />Who made whole troupes of Dacyan men to blede, <br />Then seel'd hys eyne, and seel'd hys eyne for aie, <br />Wee rowze hym uppe before the judgment daie, <br />To sale what he, as clergyond , can kenne, <br />And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lla-a-tragical-interlude-entroductionne/
