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So much did she long
For Jotunheim.
Behind the veil
Thrym sought a kiss,
But back he sprang
The length of the hall:
Why are Freyja's
Eyes so sharp?
From her eyes it seems
That fire doth burn.
Sat there the shrewd
Maid-servant near,
And thus she spake,
Answering the giant:
Slept has not Freyja
For eight nights,
So much did she long
For Jotunheim.
In came the poor
Sister of Thrym;
For bridal gift
She dared to ask:
Give from the hand
The golden rings,
If thou desirest
Friendship of me,
Friendship of me—
And love.
Spoke then Thrym,
The king of giants:
Bring me the hammer
My bride to hallow:
Place the hammer
In the lap of the maid;
Wed us together
In the name of Var.[1]
- ↑ The goddess who presides over marriages.