Then they put fire to the wood; and Thor Set his stout shoulder hard against the stern To push the ship through the thick sand; sparks flew From the deep trench she ploughed, so strong a god Furrowed it; and the water gurgled in. And the ship floated on the waves, and rocked. But in the hills a strong east-wind arose, And came down moaning to the sea; first squalls Ran black o’er the sea’s face, then steady rushed The breeze, and filled the sails, and blew the fire. And wreathed in smoke the ship stood out to sea. Soon with a roaring rose the mighty fire, And the pile crackled; and between the logs Sharp quivering tongues of flame shot out, and leapt, Curling and darting, higher, until they licked The summit of the pile, the dead, the mast, And ate the shrivelling sails; but still the ship Drove on, ablaze above her hull with fire. And the gods stood upon the beach, and gazed. And while they gazed, the sun went lurid down Into the smoke-wrapt sea, and night came on. Then the wind fell, with night, and there was calm; But through the dark they watched the burning ship Still carried o’er the distant waters on, Farther and farther, like an eye of fire. And long, in the far dark, blazed Balder’s pile; But fainter, as the stars rose high, it flared; The bodies were consumed, ash choked the pile. And as, in a decaying winter-fire, A charred log, falling, makes a shower of sparks,-- So with a shower of sparks the pile fell in, Reddening the sea around; and all was dark. But the gods went by starlight up the shore To Asgard, and sate down in Odin’s hall At table, and the funeral-feast began. All night they ate the boar Serimner’s flesh, And from their horns, with silver rimmed, drank mead, Silent, and waited for the sacred morn. And morning over all the world was spread. Then from their loathèd feast the gods arose, And took their horses, and set forth to ride O’er the bridge Bifrost, where is Heimdall’s watch, To the ash Igdrasil, and Ida’s plain. Thor came on foot, the rest on horseback rode. And they found Mimir sitting by his fount Of wisdom, which beneath the ash-tree springs; And saw the Nornies watering the roots Of that world-shadowing tree with honey-dew. There came the gods, and sate them down on stones; And thus the Father of the ages said:-- “Ye gods, the terms ye know, which Hermod brought. Accept them or reject them! both have grounds. Accept them, and they bind us, unfulfilled, To leave forever Balder in the grave, An unrecovered prisoner, shade with shades. But how, ye say, should the fulfilment fail?-- Smooth sound the terms, and light to be fulfilled; For dear-beloved was Balder while he lived In heaven and earth, and who would grudge him tears? But from the traitorous seed of Lok they come,