<blockquote>Eoh byþ utan unsmeþe treow,<br>heard hrusan fæst, hyrde fyres,<br>wyrtrumun underwreþyd, wyn on eþle.</blockquote>
<blockquote>The yew is a tree with rough bark,<br>hard and fast in the earth, supported by its roots,<br>a guardian of flame and a joy upon an estate.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Eihwaz.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Lethe, my love, is this the ending you sought?<br/>
Hooked up to machines until your final thought,<br/>
dependent on them for all else.<br/>
Is it quiet?<br/>
Is it peaceful at last?<br/>
Or medical cacophony until rings death knell?</p>
<p>How many dreams I've acted in<br/>
where you've cast yourself as the savior<br/>
that provides means to escape<br/>
while from death or mortal wound you do not waver</p>