It must cease!

The shy bird hath his song within the wood,

The shepherd’s call is sweet along the hills,

To husband and to lover are the sounds

Of gracious voices in the home places,—

To him, the ceaseless clanging of his chain.

BALDUR

O Freyja, we will minister to him,

Until for him the shy bird’s song is sweet,

And sweet the shepherd’s call along the hills.

Fenris!

[Swinging from the brink of the crater, he lets himself

down. As he descends, Fenris springs toward him

to the limit of his chain.]

[Pg 20]

FENRIS

Hail, Baldur! hail, brother! Boast thy beauty now;

Woo now and wive thee, welcome to Fenris’ woe.

All elf-gifts thou asked Odin gave thee,

Sunlight, summer, song for solace,

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