. Balder's death and Loke's punishment . .Hel, help! I appeal to Queen Hel!Go, boast of thy knowledge, exulting!The Norns have his thread, and are weaving-Can thy runes cast a spell upon Skuld,Or alter a thread in the patternThat Verdand is weaving?Hel, help ! I appeal to Queen Hel!To her the Norns gave dark Helheim,And wanhope is thine in that kingdom!Henceforth no more questions I answerTill bondage be broken at sleep till the sound of the Trumpet. Then Odin withdrew him toward Valhal,For Vala took refuge with , again for nine days, to the SouthHe rode: climbing the heights of
. Balder's death and Loke's punishment . .Hel, help! I appeal to Queen Hel!Go, boast of thy knowledge, exulting!The Norns have his thread, and are weaving-Can thy runes cast a spell upon Skuld,Or alter a thread in the patternThat Verdand is weaving?Hel, help ! I appeal to Queen Hel!To her the Norns gave dark Helheim,And wanhope is thine in that kingdom!Henceforth no more questions I answerTill bondage be broken at sleep till the sound of the Trumpet. Then Odin withdrew him toward Valhal,For Vala took refuge with , again for nine days, to the SouthHe rode: climbing the heights of his cityWhile he pondered what Vala foretold. Loke, dis-guised as amaiden III. Now Loke, the evil, heard laughter, As he lurked at the portals of Asgard, And in his fell spirit most spiteful Were the tlioughts and the feelings that wakened. Assuming the guise of a maid BALDERS DEATH. That is free from all guile, to Fensal,That fairest of gold-halls, he came,Where Frigg sat with Nanna in converse:Mother, why are the Asas so blithesome?. questionsFrigg, VOLUSPA. His tongue that asked it dripped Mother of Asas made answer,Our Balder is safe from Hels clutches;Creation has sworn not to harm him,The air and the earth and the water, Ill BALDERS DEATH. and learnsher secret. All life that is in, on, or under/— The honey-sweet voice interrupted. What, all things have sworn it? The things I have spoken have sworn it, But now I bethink me, a thing That is growing nor on earth, nor under, Nor in air or water, nor under, But, sole of its kind, on an oak tree— The mistletoe twig—hath not sworn it; But weak is its nature, and tender. He seeksBalder, toslay him. Odin returnsto Asgard, re-joicing tohear that Bal-der is stillsafe. Loke had what he sought, and went forth Straightway to seek mistletoe growing. From an oak tree he cut it, then hied To the sports of the Asas in Peace Place, Balders broad, smiling Alead, Where in midst of the Circle stood Balder, The White, white-brow
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