The Death of Edward
From Manuscripts C and D of the 'Anglo-Saxon Chronicle'

Now royal Eadward, England's ruler
To the Saviour resigns his righteous soul,
His sacred spirit to God's safe keeping.
In the life of this world he lived awhile
In kingly splendour strong in counsel.
Four and twenty was his tale of winters,
That ruler of heroes lavish of riches,
And half a year.  He governed the Welshmen,
Æthelred's son, ruled Britons and Scots,
Angles and Saxons, his eager soldiers.
All that the cold sea waves encompass
Young and loyal yielded allegiance,
With all their heart to King Eadward the noble.
Ever gay was the courage of the guiltless king
Though long ago, of his land bereft,
He wandered in exile, over earth's far ways,
After Cnut overcame Æthelred's kin
And Danes had rule of the noble realm
Of England for eight and twenty years,
In succession distributing riches.
At length he came forth in lordly array,
Noble in goodness, pure and upright,
Eadward the glorious, guarding his homeland,
Country and subjects - till on a sudden came
Death in his bitterness, bearing so dear
A lord from the earth. And angels led
His righteous soul to heaven's radiance.
Yet the wise ruler entrusted the realm
To a man of high rank, to Harold himself,
A noble earl who all the time
Had loyally followed his lord's commands
With words and deeds, and neglected nothing
That met the need of the people's king.

The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle: A Revised Translation, edited by Dorothy Whitelock with David C. Douglas and Susie I. Tucker.