20 Darkening, Odin speaks. The offspring of Fenris, exhausted, fell. The gods left the feast, saluting Ropt 14 And Frigg, at the departure of the steed of night. Soon from the cast, out of icicle-waves, Comes the thorn of sleep to the frozen giant, Whose minions are slain in beautiful Midgard Every night at the midnight hour. Then wanes the power.
Hands grow numb.
But the son of the Dawn spurs on his charger, Caparisoned gaily in precious gems. Up rose the gods. Forth shone the sun. Buy this book. This lay suggests the aftermath following the death of a planet.