My fave part from the ninth century epic.
Clothes make no sound when I tread ground
Or dwell in dwellings or disturb the flow.
And lofty air and gear at times
Above men’s towns will lift me:
Brisk breezes bear me far and then
My frettings loudly rush and ring
Above the people and most clearly sing
When I forth-fare on air
And feel and know
No fold, no flow.