Bite—bark at thee—

[Pg 18]

THE PACK

Ulfr! Ulfr!

FENRIS

Miles, miles, miles!

FREYJA

[To Baldur.]

He loves me, yet his looks are terrible.

He saw me, yet he smiled not. Flowers I gave him,

But he destroyed them. Sorrowful he is,

Yet hath no tears in his eyes.—What shall we do?

FENRIS

Free me, Freyja; fair art thou, froward—

Go we together into greenwood glad.

Burns thine eyebeam bright as the bitch-wolf’s,

Longeth Fenris in thy lair to lie;

Longeth to chase thee.

THE PACK

Ulfr! Ulfr!

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