E’en as I list, the magic wand Shall tame you! Lo, with charmed hand I touch you, maid! There shall you go Where never man shall learn your woe. On some high, pointed rock, forlorn Like eagle, shall you sit at morn; Turn from the world’s all-cheering light, And seek the deep abyss of night. Food shall to you more loathly show Than slimy serpent creeping slow, When forth you come, a hideous sight, Each wondering eye shall stare with fright; By all observed, yet sad and lone; ’Mongst shivering giants wider known Than him who sits unmoved on high, The guard of heaven with sleepless eye. ’Mid charms and chains and restless woe, Your tears with double grief shall flow. Now sit down, maid, while I declare Your tide of sorrow and despair. Your bower shall be some giant’s cell, Where phantoms pale shall with you dwell; Each day to the frosty giant’s hall, Comfortless, wretched, shall you crawl; Instead of joy, and pleasure gay, Sorrow and tears and sad dismay; With some three-headed giant wed, Or pine upon a lonely bed; From morn to morn love’s secret fire Shall gnaw your heart with vain desire; Like barren root of thistle pent In some high ruined battlement. O’er shady hill, through greenwood round, I sought this wand; the wand I found. Odin is wroth, and mighty Thor; E’en Frey shall now your name abhor. But ere o’er your ill-fated head The last dread curse of heaven be spread, Giants and Thurses far and near, Suttung’s sons, and ye asas, hear How I forbid with fatal ban This maid the joys, the fruit of man. Cold Grimner is that giant hight Who you shall hold in realms of might; Where slaves in cups of twisted roots Shall bring foul beverage from the goats; Nor sweeter draught, nor blither fare Shall you, sad virgin, ever share. ’Tis done! I wind the mystic charm; Thus, thus I trace the giant form; And three fell characters below, Fury and Lust and restless Woe. E’en as I wound, I straight unwind This fatal spell, if you are kind. GERD: