Our Way is the Old Way

[Reiwa]

Write me an old English poem about going to bed and sleeping peacefully through the night

Here is a short Old English poem about going to bed and sleeping peacefully through the night:

Hwæt, we Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,
monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
egsode eorlas.

Lo, in the days of yore,
the kings of the folk, the glorious ones,
how the nobles performed great deeds.
Often Scyld Scefing, the prince of the Shieldings,
harassed many tribes, took mead-benches,
terrified warriors.

Translation:

Listen, in the days of old,
the kings of the people, the glorious ones,
how the nobles performed great deeds.
Often Scyld Scefing, the prince of the Shieldings,
harassed many tribes, took mead-benches,
terrified warriors.

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