“How wondrous this wall-stone, shattered by Fate; Burg-places broken, the work of giants crumbled. Ruined are the roofs, tumbled the towers, Broken the barred gate: frost in the plaster, Ceilings a-gaping, torn away, fallen, Eaten by age … Bright were the halls, lofty-gabled, Many the bath-house; cheerful the clamour In many a mead-hall, revelry rampant – Until mighty Fate put …