Classic Poem

Brutus held Britain, and Corineus, Cornwall.
Brutus took all his friends, who came in his forces;
Nigh him he settled them, for they were dear to him.
Corineus then called to him all his chosen ones;
All of them he settled where it most pleased them.
Waxed that folk, and well did thrive, for each had his wish;
Within few years' time was that folk so many
That there was no end of people most gracious.
Brutus took thought, and looked over his people;
He beheld the mountains fair and lofty;
He beheld the meadows that were full spacious;
He beheld the waters and the wild deer;
He beheld the fishes; beheld the fowls;
Beheld the leas and those lovely woods;
He beheld the wood, how it bloomed; beheld the corn, how it grew;
He surveyed all in that land that was dear to his heart.
Then thought he of Troy-town, where his kin suffered sorrow,
And he went throughout this land, and looked at the country;
He found a pleasant place upon a water stream;
There he did raise up a very rich borough,
With bowers and with halls, and with high stone walls.
When that city was made, it was most glorious.
The city was very well built, and he set a name on her;
He gave her a glorious name, Troy the New,
To remind his kindred whence they were come.
Since then the people, a long time after,
Gave up that name, and Trinovant named it.
Within a few winters it befell after,
There arose from Brutus'kin one who was a high king,
Lud was he called; he loved that city greatly;
He had it named Lud throughout his folk,
Had it called Kaerlud, after that king.
Since then came a second glory and a new meaning,
That men called it Lundin throughout all that people.
Since then came English men and called it Lundene;
Then came in the French — who with a fight did win it —
With their native customs, and Lundres they named it.