Classic Poem

Time was when I was weapon and warrior;
Now the young hero hoods me with gold,
And twisted silver. At times men kiss me.
At times I speak and summon to battle
Loyal companions. At times a courser
Bears me o'er marchland. At times a ship
Bears me o'er billows, brightly adorned.
At times a fair maiden fills me with breath;
At times hard and headless I lie on the board,
Bereft of beauty. At times I hang
Winsome on wall, richly embellished,
Where revelers drink. At times a warrior
Bears me on horse, a battle adornment,
And I swallow, bright-shining, the breath from his bosom.
At times with my strains I summon the heroes
Proudly to wine. At times I win back
Spoil from the spoiler, with sounding voice
Put foemen to flight. Now ask what I'm called.