The love of Freyja.

The forests rush together and the groves,

And the male oaks, like herded elk at war,

Tangle their budding antlers, and moan loud

For Freyja’s love.

Look down! The silvered pastures and the lakes

Lift all their sacrificial clouds, to crave

The love of Freyja;

And day’s bright stallion, snorting in the east,

Paws the pale stream of morning into gold

And champs his golden curb to burning foam

For Freyja’s love.

[He draws her farther away.]

[Pg 11]

FREYJA

But if one yearn in vain—

[The rattle of Fenris’s manacles echoes in the crater.]

THE PACK

Ulfr! Ulfr vaknathi!

FREYJA

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