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Loke sat and thought till his dark eyes gleam	A
With joy at the deed he'd done	B
When Sif looked into the crystal stream	A
Her courage was wellnigh gone	C
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For never again her soft amber hair	D
Shall she braid with her hands of snow	E
From the hateful image she turned in despair	D
And hot tears began to flow	E
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In a cavern's mouth like a crafty fox	F
Loke sat 'neath the tall pine's shade	G
When sudden a thundering was heard in the rocks	F
And fearfully trembled the glade	G
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Then he knew that the noise good boded him naught	H
He knew that 't was Thor who was coming	I
He changed himself straight to a salmon trout	J
And leaped in a fright in the Glommen	E
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But Thor changed too to a huge seagull	K
And the salmon trout seized in his beak	L
He cried Thou traitor I know thee well	M
And dear shalt thou pay thy freak	L
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Thy caitiff's bones to a meal I'll pound	N
As a millstone crusheth the grain	E
When Loke that naught booted his magic found	N
He took straight his own form again	E
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And what if thou scatter'st my limbs in air	D
He spake will it mend thy case	O
Will it gain back for Sif a single hair	D
Thou 'lt still a bald spouse embrace	O
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But if now thou 'lt pardon my heedless joke	P
For malice sure meant I none	E
I swear to thee here by root billow and rock	Q
By the moss on the Beata stone	E
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By Mimer's well and by Odin's eye	R
And by Mjolmer greatest of all	S
That straight to the secret caves I'll hie	T
To the dwarfs my kinsmen small	S
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And thence for Sif new tresses I'll bring	I
Of gold ere the daylight's gone	E
So that she will liken a field in spring	I
With its yellow flowered garment on	E
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Loke promised so well with his glozing tongue	U
That the Asas at length let him go	E
And he sank in the earth the dark rocks among	U
Near the cold fountain far below	E
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He crept on his belly as supple as eel	V
The cracks in the hard granite through	W
Till he came where the dwarfs stood hammering steel	V
By the light of a furnace blue	W
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I trow 't was a goodly sight to see	X
The dwarfs with their aprons on	E
A hammering and smelting so busily	X
Pure gold from the rough brown stone	E
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Rock crystals from sand and hard flint they made	G
Which tinged with the rosebud's dye	R
They cast into rubies and carbuncles red	Y
And hid them in cracks hard by	R
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They took them fresh violets all dripping with dew	W
Dwarf women had plucked them the morn	E
And stained with their juice the clear sapphires blue	W
King Dan in his crown since hath worn	E
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Then for emeralds they searched out the brightest green	E
Which the young spring meadow wears	Z
And dropped round pearls without flaw or stain	E
From widows' and maidens' tears	Z
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When Loke to the dwarfs had his errand made known	E
In a trice for the work they were ready	X
Quoth Dvalin O Lopter it now shall be shown	E
That dwarfs in their friendship are steady	X
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We both trace our line from the selfsame stock	Q
What you ask shall be furnished with speed	A2
For it ne'er shall be said that the sons of the rock	Q
Turned their backs on a kinsman in need	A2
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They took them the skin of a large wild boar	B2
The largest that they could find	C2
And the bellows they blew till the furnace 'gan roar	B2
And the fire flamed on high for the wind	C2
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And they struck with their sledge hammers stroke on stroke	P
That the sparks from the skin flew on high	R
But never a word good or bad spoke Loke	P
Though foul malice lurked in his eye	R
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The thunderer far distant with sorrow he thought	H
On all he'd engaged to obtain	E
And as summer breeze fickle now anxiously sought	H
To render the dwarf's labour vain	E
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Whilst the bellows plied Brok and Sindre the hammer	D2
And Thor that the sparks flew on high	R
And the slides of the vaulted cave rang with the clamour	D2
Loke changed to a huge forest fly	R
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And he sat him all swelling with venom and spite	E2
On Brok the wrist just below	E
But the dwarf's skin was thick and he recked not the bite	E2
Nor once ceased the bellows to blow	E
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And now strange to say from the roaring fire	D2
Came the golden haired Gullinburste	E2
To serve as a charger the sun god Frey	D2
Sure of all wild boars this the first	E2
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They took them pure gold from their secret store	D2
The piece 't was but small in size	F2
But ere 't had been long n the furnace roar	D2
'T was a jewel beyond all prize	F2
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A broad red ring all of wroughten gold	E2
As a snake with its tail in its head	E2
And a garland of gems did the rim enfold	E2
Together with rare art laid	E2
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'T was solid and heavy and wrought with care	D2
Thrice it passed through the white flames' glow	E
A ring to produce fit for Odin to wear	D2
No labour they spared I trow	E
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They worked it and turned it with wondrous skill	G2
Till they gave it the virtue rare	D2
That each thrice third night from its rim there fell	M
Eight rings as their parent fair	D2
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Next they laid on the anvil a steel bar cold	E2
They needed nor fire nor file	H2
But their sledge hammers following like thunder rolled	E2
And Sindre sang runes the while	H2
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When Loke now marked how the steel gat power	D2
And how warily out 't was beat	E2
'T was to make a new hammer for Ake Thor	D2
He'd recourse once more to deceit	E2
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In a trice of a hornet the semblance he took	P
Whilst in cadence fell blow on blow	E
In the leading dwarf's forehead his barbed sting he stuck	P
That the blood in a stream down did flow	E
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Then the dwarf raised his hand to his brow for the smart	E2
Ere the iron well out was beat	E2
And they found that the haft by an inch was too short	E2
But to alter it then 't was too late	E2
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His object attained Loke no longer remained	E2
'Neath the earth but straight hied him to Thor	D2
Who owned than the hair ne'er sure aught more fair	D2
His eyes had e'er looked on before	D2
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The boar Frey bestrode and away proudly rode	E2
And Thor took the ringlets and hammer	D2
To Valhal they hied where the Asas reside	E2
'Mid of tilting and wassail the clamour	D2
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At a full solemn ting Thor gave Odin the ring	P
And Loke his foul treachery pardoned	E2
But the pardon was vain for his crimes soon again	E
Must do penance the arch sinner hardened	E2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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