One does not have much Nortelrye,

If forgotten words, they do not mourn with a sigh

And Slæpwerigne, pour over parchments old,

And find words once spoken, but still shining gold.

Like a Flother, no word is the same,

They are unique as a person’s name.

Intriguing artifacts of times long gone,

I search often for the Hapax legomenon.