The Death of Beowulf

He spoke no more; his soul was like a place Entirely filled with light, nothing but light -

Wholly empty and wholly full, bright space -

Or like the same place filled with perfect night.

He entered now the greater emptiness

Of death - and greater fullness of God no less.

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