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SONGS FROM THE EDDA.
There the gate-wardens
Of the burg, high and wide,
Unlocked the barriers
Ere the burg-garth we rode to.—



Atli woke me
When meseemed I was
Full evil of heart
For my kin dead slain.

“In such wise did the Norns
Wake me or now.”—
Fain was he to know
Of this ill foreshowing—
“That methought, O Gudrun,
Giuki’s daughter,
That thou setst in my heart
A sword wrought for guile.”

“For fires tokening I deem it
That dreaming of iron,
But for pride and for lust
The wrath of fair women
Against some bale
Belike, I shall burn thee
For thy solace and healing
Though hateful thou art.”