Wit I was waked to When the world was dawning My shape was set To serve with skill: Swiftness to answer The hand that hold me Sharpness to sunder The foes that face. Faith I will keep With my master forever The will that wrought me And the mind that made. The task I have taken I will turn from never: Shielding his sons From the sway of the stranger; Guarding his gate Lest the serpent strike there. I will uphold his house Keep hearth and haven, Warding its ways Til he follow them home. Dawn it was then; Now the dusk descending Veils my view That is hapless of hope. Far have I sought him And found not ever Sight nor shadow That goes before!