The Imma of Grendel

Tolkien: Beowulf is larger and more significant than some imaginary poem of a great king's fall. At the beginning, and during its process, we look down as if from a visionary height upon the house of man in the valley of the world. A light starts. The light shines over many lands as the translation is done. And there is a sound of music, but the outer darkness and its hostile offspring lie ever in wait for the torches to fail and the voices to cease. Grendel is maddened by the sound of harps. Licht se leo mo over londafella. I don't know whether you said that right, but it sounded beautiful