Proph. Mantling in the goblet see
  The pure beverage of the bee,
  O’er it hangs the shield of gold;
  ’Tis the drink of Balder bold: 
  Balder’s head to death is given;
  Pain can reach the sons of Heaven! 
  Unwilling I my lips unclose;
  Leave me, leave me to repose. 50

    Odin. Once again my call obey: 
  Prophetess! arise, and say,
  What dangers Odin’s child await,
  Who the author of his fate?

    Proph. In Hoder’s hand the hero’s doom;
  His brother sends him to the tomb. 
  Now my weary lips I close;
  Leave me, leave me to repose.

    Odin. Prophetess! my spell obey;
  Once again arise, and say, 60
  Who the avenger of his guilt,
  By whom shall Hoder’s blood be spilt?

    Proph. In the caverns of the west,
  By Odin’s fierce embrace compress’d,
  A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear,
  Who ne’er shall comb his raven hair,
  Nor wash his visage in the stream,
  Nor see the sun’s departing beam,
  Till he on Hoder’s corse shall smile,
  Flaming on the funeral pile. 70
  Now my weary lips I close;
  Leave me, leave me to repose.

    Odin. Yet a while my call obey: 
  Prophetess! awake, and say,
  What virgins these, in speechless woe,
  That bend to earth their solemn brow,
  That their flaxen tresses tear,
  And snowy veils that float in air? 
  Tell we whence their sorrows rose,
  Then I leave thee to repose. 80

    Proph. Ha! no traveller art thou;
  King of Men, I know thee now;
  Mightiest of a mighty line—­

    Odin. No boding maid of skill divine
  Art thou, no prophetess of good,
  But mother of the giant-brood!

    Proph. Hie thee hence, and boast at home,
  That never shall inquirer come
  To break my iron-sleep again,
  Till Lok[3] has burst his tenfold chain; 90
  Never till substantial Night
  Has re-assumed her ancient right;
  Till, wrapp’d in flames, in ruin hurl’d,
  Sinks the fabric of the world.

[Footnote 1:  ‘Norse Tongue:’  to be found in Bartholinus, De Causis Contemnendae Mortis:  Hafniae, 1689, quarto.]

[Footnote 2:  ‘Hela:’  Niflheimr, the hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness, old age, or by any other means than in battle:  over it presided Hela, the goddess of Death.]

[Footnote 3:  ‘Lok:’  is the evil being, who continues in chains till the twilight of the gods approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the stars, and sun, shall disappear, the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies:  even Odin himself, and his kindred deities, shall perish.]