Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Round Balder's corpse which they had thither borne | B |
And Hermod came down towards them from the gate | C |
And Lok the Father of the Serpent first | D |
Beheld him come and to his neighbour spake | E |
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'See here is Hermod who comes single back | F |
From Hell and shall I tell thee how he seems | G |
Like as a farmer who hath lost his dog | H |
Some morn at market in a crowded town | I |
Through many streets the poor beast runs in vain | J |
And follows this man after that for hours | K |
And late at evening spent and panting falls | L |
Before a stranger's threshold not his home | M |
With flanks a tremble and his slender tongue | N |
Hangs quivering out between his dust smear'd jaws | O |
And piteously he eyes the passers by | P |
But home his master comes to his own farm | Q |
Far in the country wondering where he is | R |
So Hermod comes to day unfollow'd home ' | - |
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And straight his neighbour mov'd with wrath replied | S |
'Deceiver fair in form but false in heart | T |
Enemy Mocker whom though Gods we hate | C |
Peace lest our Father Odin hear thee gibe | U |
Would I might see him snatch thee in his hand | V |
And bind thy carcase like a bale with cords | W |
And hurl thee in a lake to sink or swim | X |
If clear from plotting Balder's death to swim | X |
But deep if thou devisedst it to drown | I |
And perish against fate before thy day ' | - |
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So they two soft to one another spake | E |
But Odin look'd toward the land and saw | Y |
His messenger and he stood forth and cried | S |
And Hermod came and leapt from Sleipner down | I |
And in his Father's hand put Sleipner's rein | J |
And greeted Odin and the Gods and said | Z |
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'Odin my Father and ye Gods of Heaven | A2 |
Lo home having perform'd your will I come | B2 |
Into the joyless kingdom have I been | C2 |
Below and look'd upon the shadowy tribes | D2 |
Of ghosts and commun'd with their solemn Queen | E2 |
And to your prayer she sends you this reply | P |
Show her through all the world the signs of grief | F2 |
Fails but one thing to grieve there Balder stops | G2 |
Let Gods men brutes beweep hint plants and stones | H2 |
So shall she know your loss was dear indeed | I2 |
And bend her heart and give you Balder back ' | - |
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He spoke and all the Gods to Odin look'd | J2 |
And straight the Father of the Ages said | Z |
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'Ye Gods these terms may keep another day | K2 |
But now put on your arms and mount your steeds | L2 |
And in procession all come near and weep | M2 |
Balder for that is what the dead desire | N2 |
When ye enough have wept then build a pile | O2 |
Of the heap'd wood and burn his corpse with fire | N2 |
Out of our sight that we may turn from grief | F2 |
And lead as erst our daily life in Heaven ' | - |
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He spoke and the Gods arm'd and Odin donn'd | P2 |
His dazzling corslet and his helm of gold | Q2 |
And led the way on Sleipner and the rest | R2 |
Follow'd in tears their Father and their King | S2 |
And thrice in arms around the dead they rode | T2 |
Weeping the sands were wetted and their arms | U2 |
With their thick falling tears so good a friend | V2 |
They mourn'd that day so bright so lov'd a God | W2 |
And Odin came and laid his kingly hands | X2 |
On Balder's breast and thus began the wail | Y2 |
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'Farewell O Balder bright and lov'd my Son | A2 |
In that great day the Twilight of the Gods | Z2 |
When Muspel's children shall beleaguer Heaven | A2 |
Then we shall miss thy counsel and thy arm ' | - |
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Thou camest near the next O Warrior Thor | A3 |
Shouldering thy Hammer in thy chariot drawn | B3 |
Swaying the long hair'd Goats with silver'd rein | J |
And over Balder's corpse these words didst say | K2 |
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'Brother thou dwellest in the darksome land | V |
And talkest with the feeble tribes of ghosts | C3 |
Now and I know not how they prize thee there | D3 |
But here I know thou wilt be miss'd and mourn'd | E3 |
For haughty spirits and high wraths are rife | F3 |
Among the Gods and Heroes here in Heaven | A2 |
As among those whose joy and work is war | A3 |
And daily strifes arise and angry words | G3 |
But from thy lips O Balder night or day | K2 |
Heard no one ever an injurious word | H3 |
To God or Hero but thou keptest back | F |
The others labouring to compose their brawls | L |
Be ye then kind as Balder too was kind | I3 |
For we lose him who smooth'd all strife in Heaven ' | - |
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He spake and all the Gods assenting wail'd | J3 |
And Freya next came nigh with golden tears | K3 |
The loveliest Goddess she in Heaven by all | L3 |
Most honour'd after Frea Odin's wife | F3 |
Her long ago the wandering Oder took | M3 |
To mate but left her to roam distant lands | X2 |
Since then she seeks him and weeps tears of gold | Q2 |
Names hath she many Vanadis on earth | N3 |
They call her Freya is her name in Heaven | A2 |
She in her hands took Balder's head and spake | E |
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'Balder my brother thou art gone a road | T2 |
Unknown and long and haply on that way | K2 |
My long lost wandering Oder thou hast met | O3 |
For in the paths of Heaven he is not found | P3 |
Oh if it be so tell him what thou wert | Q3 |
To his neglected wife and what he is | R |
And wring his heart with shame to hear thy word | H3 |
For he my husband left me here to pine | R3 |
Not long a wife when his unquiet heart | T |
First drove him from me into distant lands | X2 |
Since then I vainly seek him through the world | S3 |
And weep from shore to shore my golden tears | K3 |
But neither god nor mortal heeds my pain | J |
Thou only Balder wert for ever kind | I3 |
To take my hand and wipe my tears and say | K2 |
Weep not O Freya weep no golden tears | K3 |
One day the wandering Oder will return | T3 |
Or thou wilt find him in thy faithful search | U3 |
On some great road or resting in an inn | C2 |
Or at a ford or sleeping by a tree | V3 |
So Balder said but Oder well I know | W3 |
My truant Oder I shall see no more | A3 |
To the world's end and Balder now is gone | B3 |
And I am left uncomforted in Heaven ' | - |
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She spake and all the Goddesses bewail'd | I3 |
Last from among the Heroes one came near | X3 |
No God but of the Hero troop the chief | F2 |
Regner who swept the northern sea with fleets | Y3 |
And rul'd o'er Denmark and the heathy isles | Z3 |
Living but Ella captur'd him and slew | A4 |
A king whose fame then fill'd the vast of Heaven | A2 |
Now time obscures it and men's later deeds | L2 |
He last approach'd the corpse and spake and said | I3 |
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'Balder there yet are many Scalds in Heaven | A2 |
Still left and that chief Scald thy brother Brage | B4 |
Whom we may bid to sing though thou art gone | B3 |
And all these gladly while we drink we hear | C4 |
After the feast is done in Odin's hall | L3 |
But they harp ever on one string and wake | E |
Remembrance in our soul of wars alone | D4 |
Such as on earth we valiantly have wag'd | I3 |
And blood and ringing blows and violent death | E4 |
But when thou sangest Balder thou didst strike | F4 |
Another note and like a bird in spring | S2 |
Thy voice of joyance minded us and youth | G4 |
And wife and children and our ancient home | M |
Yes and I too remember'd then no more | A3 |
My dungeon where the serpents stung me dead | I3 |
Nor Ella's victory on the English coast | I3 |
But I heard Thora laugh in Gothland Isle | O2 |
And saw my shepherdess Aslauga tend | I3 |
Her flock along the white Norwegian beach | H4 |
Tears started to mine eyes with yearning joy | B4 |
Therefore with grateful heart I mourn thee dead ' | - |
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So Regner spake and all the Heroes groan'd | I3 |
But now the sun had pass'd the height of Heaven | A2 |
And soon had all that day been spent in wail | Y2 |
But then the Father of the Ages said | I3 |
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'Ye Gods there well may be too much of wail | Y2 |
Bring now the gather'd wood to Balder's ship | I4 |
Heap on the deck the logs and build the pyre ' | - |
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But when the Gods and Heroes heard they brought | I3 |
The wood to Balder's ship and built a pile | O2 |
Full the deck's breadth and lofty then the corpse | J4 |
Of Balder on the highest top they laid | I3 |
With Nanna on his right and on his left | I3 |
Hoder his brother whom his own hand slew | A4 |
And they set jars of wine and oil to lean | E2 |
Against the bodies and stuck torches near | X3 |
Splinters of pine wood soak'd with turpentine | R3 |
And brought his arms and gold and all his stuff | K4 |
And slew the dogs which at his table fed | I3 |
And his horse Balder's horse whom most he lov'd | I3 |
And threw them on the pyre and Odin threw | A4 |
A last choice gift thereon his golden ring | S2 |
They fixt the mast and hoisted up the sails | L4 |
Then they put fire to the wood and Thor | A3 |
Set his stout shoulder hard against the stern | T3 |
To push the ship through the thick sand sparks flew | A4 |
From the deep trench she plough'd so strong a God | I3 |
Furrow'd it and the water gurgled in | C2 |
And the Ship floated on the waves and rock'd | I3 |
But in the hills a strong East Wind arose | M4 |
And came down moaning to the sea first squalls | L |
Ran black o'er the sea's face then steady rush'd | I3 |
The breeze and fill'd the sails and blew the fire | N2 |
And wreath'd in smoke the Ship stood out to sea | V3 |
Soon with a roaring rose the mighty fire | N2 |
And the pile crackled and between the logs | N4 |
Sharp quivering tongues of flame shot out and leapt | I3 |
Curling and darting higher until they lick'd | I3 |
The summit of the pile the dead the mast | I3 |
And ate the shrivelling sails but still the Ship | I4 |
Drove on ablaze above her hull with fire | N2 |
And the Gods stood upon the beach and gaz'd | I3 |
And while they gaz'd the Sun went lurid down | I |
Into the smoke wrapt sea and Night came on | O4 |
Then the wind fell with night and there was calm | P4 |
But through the dark they watch'd the burning Ship | I4 |
Still carried o'er the distant waters on | O4 |
Farther and farther like an Eye of Fire | N2 |
And as in the dark night a travelling man | Q4 |
Who bivouacs in a forest 'mid the hills | R4 |
Sees suddenly a spire of flame shoot up | S4 |
Out of the black waste forest far below | W3 |
Which woodcutters have lighted near their lodge | B4 |
Against the wolves and all night long it flares | K3 |
So flar'd in the far darkness Balder's pyre | N2 |
But fainter as the stars rose high it burn'd | I3 |
The bodies were consum'd ash chok'd the pile | O2 |
And as in a decaying winter fire | N2 |
A charr'd log falling makes a shower of sparks | T4 |
So with a shower of sparks the pile fell in | C2 |
Reddening the sea around and all was dark | U4 |
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But the Gods went by starlight up the shore | A3 |
To Asgard and sate down in Odin's hall | L3 |
At table and the funeral feast began | Q4 |
All night they ate the boar Serimner's flesh | V4 |
And from their horns with silver rimm'd drank mead | I3 |
Silent and waited for the sacred Morn | B |
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And Morning over all the world was spread | I3 |
Then from their loath d feast the Gods arose | M4 |
And took their horses and set forth to ride | I3 |
O'er the bridge Bifrost where is Heimdall's watch | W4 |
To the ash Igdrasil and Ida's plain | J |
Thor came on foot the rest on horseback rode | I3 |
And they found Mimir sitting by his Fount | I3 |
Of Wisdom which beneath the ashtree springs | X4 |
And saw the Nornies watering the roots | Y4 |
Of that world shadowing tree with Honey dew | I3 |
There came the Gods and sate them down on stones | H2 |
And thus the Father of the Ages said | I3 |
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'Ye Gods the terms ye know which Hermod brought | I3 |
Accept them or reject them both have grounds | Z4 |
Accept them and they bind us unfulfill'd | I3 |
To leave for ever Balder in the grave | |
An unrecover'd prisoner shade with shades | |
But how ye say should the fulfilment fail | Y2 |
Smooth sound the terms and light to be fulfill'd | I3 |
For dear belov'd was Balder while he liv'd | I3 |
In Heaven and Earth and who would grudge him tears | K3 |
But from the traitorous seed of Lok they come | B2 |
These terms and I suspect some hidden fraud | I3 |
Bethink ye Gods is there no other way | K2 |
Speak were not this a way the way for Gods | Z2 |
If I if Odin clad in radiant arms | U2 |
Mounted on Sleipner with the Warrior Thor | A3 |
Drawn in his car beside me and my sons | |
All the strong brood of Heaven to swell my train | J |
Should make irruption into Hela's realm | |
And set the fields of gloom ablaze with light | I3 |
And bring in triumph Balder back to Heaven ' | - |
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He spake and his fierce sons applauded loud | I3 |
But Frea Mother of the Gods arose | M4 |
Daughter and wife of Odin thus she said | I3 |
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'Odin thou Whirlwind what a threat is this | |
Thou threatenest what transcends thy might even thine | R3 |
For of all powers the mightiest far art thou | |
Lord over men on Earth and Gods in Heaven | A2 |
Yet even from thee thyself hath been withheld | I3 |
One thing to undo what thou thyself hast rul'd | I3 |
For all which hath been fixt was fixt by thee | V3 |
In the beginning ere the Gods were born | B |
Before the Heavens were builded thou didst slay | K2 |
The Giant Ymir whom the Abyss brought forth | |
Thou and thy brethren fierce the Sons of Bor | A3 |
And threw his trunk to choke the abysmal void | I3 |
But of his flesh and members thou didst build | I3 |
The Earth and Ocean and above them Heaven | A2 |
And from the flaming world where Muspel reigns | |
Thou sent'st and fetched'st fire and madest lights | |
Sun Moon and Stars which thou hast hung in Heaven | A2 |
Dividing clear the paths of night and day | K2 |
And Asgard thou didst build and Midgard Fort | I3 |
Then me thou mad'st of us the Gods were born | B |
Then walking by the sea thou foundest spars | |
Of wood and framed'st men who till the earth | N3 |
Or on the sea the field of pirates sail | Y2 |
And all the race of Ymir thou didst drown | I |
Save one Bergelmer he on shipboard fled | I3 |
Thy deluge and from him the Giants sprang | |
But all that brood thou hast remov'd far off | |
And set by Ocean's utmost marge to dwell | |
But Hela into Niflheim thou threw'st | I3 |
And gav'st her nine unlighted worlds to rule | |
A Queen and empire over all the dead | I3 |
That empire wilt thou now invade light up | S4 |
Her darkness from her grasp a subject tear | A3 |
Try it but I for one will not applaud | I3 |
Nor do I merit Odin thou should'st slight | I3 |
Me and my words though thou be first in Heaven | A2 |
For I too am a Goddess born of thee | V3 |
Thine eldest and of me the Gods are sprung | N |
And all that is to come I know but lock | |
In my own breast and have to none reveal'd | I3 |
Come then since Hela holds by right her prey | K2 |
But offers terms for his release to heaven | A2 |
Accept the chance thou canst no more obtain | J |
Send through the world thy messengers entreat | I3 |
All living and unliving things to weep | M2 |
For Balder if thou haply thus may'st melt | I3 |
Hela and win the lov'd one back to Heaven ' | - |
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She spake and on her face let fall her veil | Y2 |
And bow'd her head and sate with folded hands | |
Nor did the all ruling Odin slight her word | I3 |
Straightway he spake and thus address'd the Gods | |
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'Go quickly forth through all the world and pray | K2 |
All living and unliving things to weep | M2 |
Balder if haply he may thus be won ' | - |
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When the Gods heard they straight arose and took | M3 |
Their horses and rode forth through all the world | I3 |
North south east west they struck and roam'd the world | I3 |
Entreating all things to weep Balder's death | E4 |
And all that liv'd and all without life wept | I3 |
And as in winter when the frost breaks up | S4 |
At winter's end before the spring begins | |
And a warm west wind blows and thaw sets in | C2 |
After an hour a dripping sound is heard | I3 |
In all the forests and the soft strewn snow | W3 |
Under the trees is dibbled thick with holes | |
And from the boughs the snowloads shuffle down | I |
And in fields sloping to the south dark plots | |
Of grass peep out amid surrounding snow | W3 |
And widen and the peasant's heart is glad | I3 |
So through the world was heard a dripping noise | |
Of all things weeping to bring Balder back | F |
And there fell joy upon the Gods to hear | A3 |
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But Hermod rode with Niord whom he took | M3 |
To show him spits and beaches of the sea | V3 |
Far off where some unwarn'd might fail to weep | M2 |
Niord the God of storms whom fishers know | W3 |
Not born in Heaven he was in Vanheim rear'd | I3 |
With men but lives a hostage with the Gods | |
He knows each frith and every rocky creek | |
Fring'd with dark pines and sands where seafowl scream | |
They two scour'd every coast and all things wept | I3 |
And they rode home together through the wood | I3 |
Of Jarnvid which to east of Midgard lies | |
Bordering the Giants where the trees are iron | T3 |
There in the wood before a cave they came | |
Where sate in the cave's mouth a skinny Hag | |
Toothless and old she gibes the passers by | P |
Thok is she call'd but now Lok wore her shape | |
She greeted them the first and laugh'd and said | I3 |
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'Ye Gods good lack is it so dull in Heaven | A2 |
That ye come pleasuring to Thok's Iron Wood | I3 |
Lovers of change ye are fastidious sprites | |
Look as in some boor's yard a sweet breath'd cow | |
Whose manger is stuff'd full of good fresh hay | K2 |
Snuffs at it daintily and stoops her head | I3 |
To chew the straw her litter at her feet | I3 |
So ye grow squeamish Gods and sniff at Heaven ' | - |
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She spake but Hermod answer'd her and said | I3 |
'Thok not for gibes we come we come for tears | |
Balder is dead and Hela holds her prey | K2 |
But will restore if all things give him tears | |
Begrudge not thine to all was Balder dear ' | - |
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But with a louder laugh the Hag replied | I3 |
'Is Balder dead and do ye come for tears | |
Thok with dry eyes will weep o'er Balder's pyre | A3 |
Weep him all other things if weep they will | |
I weep him not let Hela keep her prey ' | - |
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She spake and to the cavern's depth she fled | I3 |
Mocking and Hermod knew their toil was vain | J |
And as seafaring men who long have wrought | I3 |
In the great deep for gain at last come home | M |
And towards evening see the headlands rise | |
Of their own country and can clear descry | A3 |
A fire of wither'd furze which boys have lit | I3 |
Upon the cliffs or smoke of burning weeds | |
Out of a till'd field inland then the wind | I3 |
Catches them and drives out again to sea | |
And they go long days tossing up and down | I |
Over the grey sea ridges and the glimpse | |
Of port they had makes bitterer far their toil | |
So the Gods' cross was bitterer for their joy | B4 |
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Then sad at heart to Niord Hermod spake | E |
'It is the Accuser Lok who flouts us all | L3 |
Ride back and tell in Heaven this heavy news | |
I must again below to Hela's realm ' | - |
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He spoke and Niord set forth back to Heaven | A2 |
But northward Hermod rode the way below | W3 |
Tho way he knew and travers'd Giall's stream | |
And down to Ocean grop'd and cross'd the ice | |
And came beneath the wall and found the grate | I3 |
Still lifted well was his return foreknown | A2 |
And once more Hermod saw around him spread | I3 |
The joyless plains and heard the streams of Hell | |
But as he enter'd on the extremest hound | I3 |
Of Niflheim he saw one Ghost come near | A3 |
Hovering and stopping oft as if afraid | I3 |
Hoder the unhappy whom his own hand slew | I3 |
And Hermod look'd and knew his brother's ghost | I3 |
And call'd him by his name and sternly said | I3 |
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'Hoder ill fated blind in heart and eyes | |
Why tarriest thou to plunge thee in the gulph | |
Of the deep inner gloom but flittest here | A3 |
In twilight on the lonely verge of Hell | |
Far from the other ghosts and Hela's throne | A2 |
Doubtless thou fearest to meet Balder's voice | |
Thy brother whom through folly thou didst slay ' | - |
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He spoke but Hoder answer'd him and said | I3 |
'Hermod the nimble dost thou still pursue | I3 |
The unhappy with reproach even in the grave | |
For this I died and fled beneath the gloom | |
Not daily to endure abhorring Gods | |
Nor with a hateful presence cumber Heaven | A2 |
And canst thou not even here pass pitying by | P |
No less than Balder have I lost the light | I3 |
Of Heaven and communion with my kin | A2 |
I too had once a wife and once a child | I3 |
And substance and a golden house in Heaven | A2 |
But all I left of my own act and fled | I3 |
Below and dost thou hate me even here | A3 |
Balder upbraids me not nor hates at all | L3 |
Though he has cause have any cause but he | |
When that with downcast looks I hither came | |
Stretch'd forth his hand and with benignant voice | |
Welcome he said if there be welcome here | A3 |
Brother and fellow sport of Lok with me | |
And not to offend thee Hermod nor to force | |
My hated converse on thee came I up | S4 |
From the deep gloom where I will now return | A2 |
But earnestly I long'd to hover near | A3 |
Not too far off when that thou camest by | P |
To feel the presence of a brother God | I3 |
And hear the passage of a horse of Heaven | A2 |
For the last time for here thou com'st no more ' | - |
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He spake and turn'd to go to the inner gloom | |
But Hermod stay'd him with mild words and said | I3 |
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'Thou doest well to chide me Hoder blind | I3 |
Truly thou say'st the planning guilty mind | I3 |
Was Lok's the unwitting hand alone was thine | A2 |
But Gods are like the sons of men in this | |
When they have woe they blame the nearest cause | |
Howbeit stay and be appeas'd and tell | |
Sits Balder still in pomp by Hela's side | I3 |
Or is he mingled with the unnumber'd dead ' | - |
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And the blind Hoder answer'd him and spake | E |
'His place of state remains by Hela's side | I3 |
But empty for his wife for Nanna came | |
Lately below and join'd him and the Pair | A3 |
Frequent the still recesses of the realm | |
Of Hela and hold converse undisturb'd | I3 |
But they too doubtless will have breath'd the balm | P4 |
Which floats before a visitant from Heaven | A2 |
And have drawn upwards to this verge of Hell ' | - |
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He spake and as he ceas'd a puff of wind | I3 |
Roll'd heavily the leaden mist aside | I3 |
Round where they stood and they beheld Two Forms | |
Make towards them o'er the stretching cloudy plain | A2 |
And Hermod straight perceiv'd them who they were | A3 |
Balder and Nanna and to Balder said | I3 |
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'Balder too truly thou foresaw'st a snare | A3 |
Lok triumphs still and Hela keeps her prey | A3 |
No more to Asgard shalt thou come nor lodge | B4 |
In thy own house Breidablik nor enjoy | B4 |
The love all bear towards thee nor train up | S4 |
Forset thy son to be belov'd like thee | |
Here must thou lie and wait an endless age | B4 |
Therefore for the last time O Balder hail ' | - |
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He spake and Balder answer'd him and said | I3 |
'Hail and farewell for here thou com'st no more | A3 |
Yet mourn not for me Hermod when thou sitt'st | I3 |
In Heaven nor let the other Gods lament | I3 |
As wholly to be pitied quite forlorn | A2 |
For Nanna hath rejoin'd me who of old | I3 |
In Heaven was seldom parted from my side | I3 |
And still the acceptance follows me which crowned | I3 |
My former life and cheers me even here | A3 |
The iron frown of Hela is relax'd | I3 |
When I draw nigh and the wan tribes of dead | I3 |
Trust me and gladly bring for my award | I3 |
Their ineffectual feuds and feeble hates | |
Shadows of hates but they distress them still ' | - |
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And the fleet footed Hermod made reply | P |
'Thou hast then all the solace death allows | |
Esteem and function and so far is well | |
Yet here thou liest Balder underground | I3 |
Rusting for ever and the years roll on | A2 |
The generations pass the ages grow | W3 |
And bring us nearer to the final day | I3 |
When from the south shall march the Fiery Band | I3 |
And cross the Bridge of Heaven with Lok for guide | I3 |
And Fenris at his heel with broken chain | A2 |
While from the east the Giant Rymer steers | |
His ship and the great Serpent makes to land | I3 |
And all are marshall'd in one flaming square | A3 |
Against the Gods upon the plains of Heaven | A2 |
I mourn thee that thou canst not help us then ' | - |
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He spake but Balder answer'd him and said | I3 |
'Mourn not for me Mourn Hermod for the Gods | |
Mourn for the men on Earth the Gods in Heaven | A2 |
Who live and with their eyes shall see that day | I3 |
The day will come when Asgard's towers shall fall | L3 |
And Odin and his Sons the seed of Heaven | A2 |
But what were I to save them in that hour | A3 |
If strength could save them could not Odin save | |
My Father and his pride the Warrior Thor | A3 |
Vidar the Silent the Impetuous Tyr | A3 |
I what were I when these can naught avail | Y2 |
Yet doubtless when the day of battle comes | |
And the two Hosts are marshall'd and in Heaven | A2 |
The golden crested Cock shall sound alarm | Q |
And his black Brother Bird from hence reply | P |
And bucklers clash and spears begin to pour | A3 |
Longing will stir within my breast though vain | A2 |
But not to me so grievous as I know | W3 |
To other Gods it were is my enforc'd | I3 |
Absence from fields where I could nothing aid | I3 |
For I am long since weary of your storm | |
Of carnage and find Hermod in your life | |
Something too much of war and broils which make | E |
Life one perpetual fight a bath of blood | I3 |
Mine eyes are dizzy with the arrowy hail | Y2 |
Mine ears are stunn'd with blows and sick for calm | P4 |
Inactive therefore let me lie in gloom | |
Unarm'd inglorious I attend the course | |
Of ages and my late return to light | I3 |
In times less alien to a spirit mild | I3 |
In new recover'd seats the happier day ' | - |
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He spake and the fleet Hermod thus replied | I3 |
'Brother what seats are these what happier day | I3 |
Tell me that I may ponder it when gone ' | - |
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And the ray crowned Balder answer'd him | X |
'Far to the south beyond The Blue there spreads | |
Another Heaven The Boundless no one yet | I3 |
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Hath reach'd it there hereafter shall arise | |
The second Asgard with another name | |
Thither when o'er this present Earth and Heavens | |
The tempest of the latter days hath swept | I3 |
And they from sight have disappear'd and sunk | |
Shall a small remnant of the Gods repair | A3 |
Hoder and I shall join them from the grave | |
There re assembling we shall see emerge | B4 |
From the bright Ocean at our feet an Earth | N3 |
More fresh more verdant than the last with fruits | |
Self springing and a seed of man preserv'd | I3 |
Who then shall live in peace as now in war | A3 |
But we in Heaven shall find again with joy | B4 |
The ruin'd palaces of Odin seats | |
Familiar halls where we have supp'd of old | I3 |
Re enter them with wonder never fill | |
Our eyes with gazing and rebuild with tears | |
And we shall tread once more the well known plain | A2 |
Of Ida and among the grass shall find | I3 |
The golden dice with which we play'd of yore | A3 |
And that will bring to mind the former life | |
And pastime of the Gods the wise discourse | |
Of Odin the delights of other days | |
O Hermod pray that thou mayst join us then | A2 |
Such for the future is my hope meanwhile | O2 |
I rest the thrall of Hela and endure | A3 |
Death and the gloom which round me even now | A2 |
Thickens and to its inner gulph recalls | |
Farewell for longer speech is not allow'd ' | - |
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He spoke and wav'd farewell and gave his hand | I3 |
To Nanna and she gave their brother blind | I3 |
Her hand in turn for guidance and The Three | A3 |
Departed o'er the cloudy plain and soon | A2 |
Faded from sight into the interior gloom | |
But Hermod stood beside his drooping horse | |
Mute gazing after them in tears and fain | A2 |
Fain had he follow'd their receding steps | |
Though they to Death were bound and he to Heaven | A2 |
Then but a Power he could not break withheld | I3 |
And as a stork which idle boys have trapp'd | I3 |
And tied him in a yard at autumn sees | |
Flocks of his kind pass flying o'er his head | I3 |
To warmer lands and coasts that keep the sun | A2 |
He strains to join their flight and from his shed | I3 |
Follows them with a long complaining cry | P |
So Hermod gaz'd and yearn'd to join his kin | A2 |
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At last he sigh'd and set forth back to Heaven | A2 |
Matthew Arnold
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