Þus cwæð Ælfwine Wídlást Éadwines sunu:

Fela bið on Westwegum werum uncúðra,
wundra and wihta, wlitescéne land,
eardgeard ælfa and ésa bliss.
Lýt ǽnig wát hwylc his langoð síe
þám þe eftsíðes eldo getwǽfeð.

Thus spake Ælfwine the Fartravelled son of Éadwine:

There is many a thing in the west of the world unknown to men; marvels and strange beings, a land lovely to look on, the dwelling place of the Elves and the bliss of the Gods. Little doth any man know what longing is his whom old age cutteth off from return.