[Freyja enters, looking fearfully around her.]

Freyja

FREYJA

Those giant beards and backs!—They turn and look.

The peaks pursue me, and the nudging cliffs

Thrust out great chins and stare. Where should this lead?

BALDUR

[Outside.]

Mortal day, man’s desires,

Freyja!

Feed on earth thine altar-fires,

Freyja!

Spirits of earth,

Wood-sprites and Wanes,

Gone is our mirth,

Sorrow remains.

Come! let us hasten and bid her beware!

CHORUS

Freyja, where art thou?

Where? Where?

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