It has been a long day of wave-battling and letter-searching. The kind of day that can only be expressed in the harsh sounds of Anglo Saxon:

Mæg ic be me sylfum     soðgied wrecan,

siþas secgan,     hu ic geswincdagum

earfoðhwile     oft þrowade,

bitre breostceare     gebiden hæbbe,

gecunnad in ceole     cearselda fela,

atol yþa gewealc.