Anarch! anarch! anarch! anarch! anarch!

[Odin, covering his face, turns away and disappears behind

the crag. Fenris, with his pack, retires into the cavern,

dragging his chain. Outside Baldur is heard singing,

Baldur

joined, in chorus, by the voices of nature on whom he calls.]

BALDUR

Flushing peak, fainting star,

Freyja!

Torches in thy temple are,

Freyja!

[Pg 8]

Spirits of air,

Anses and elves,

Brightens the dawn,

Freyja is gone.

Come! let us go to her, girding ourselves.

CHORUS

Freyja, where art thou?

Where? Where?

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