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PROSE EDDA
Stars of Heaven, of the Wains and the Winds; Helm, or House, of the Air and the Earth and the Sun. So sang Arnórr Earls'-Skald:
- So large of gifts ne'er mounted
- Young Lord of Shields on ship-deck
- 'Neath the ancient Skull of Ymir:
- Splendid this Prince's largess.
And as he sang again:
- Bright grows the sun at dusking,
- The earth sinks into the dark sea,
- The Toil of Austri bursteth;
- All the ocean on the fells breaks.
Thus sang Bödvarr the Halt:
- For never 'neath the Sun's Plain
- Shall come a nobler Land-Ward,
- Keener in battle-onset,
- Nor a brother of Ingi better.
And as Thjódólfr of Hvin sang:
- Jörd's Son drove to the steel-play
- (High swelled the godlike anger
- In the mind of Meili's Brother),
- And the Moon-Way 'neath him quivered.
Even as sang Ormr Barrey's-Skald:
- Lady of Draupnir's gore-streak,
- However great I know him,
- The wielder (by right he ruleth)
- Of the Wain's Road sees me gladly.
