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PROSE EDDA
- I sailed o'er the Weir
- To the West: I bear
- Odin's Heart-Sea.
- So it stands with me.
Ocean, as Einarr sang:
- Many a day the cold Ocean
- Washes the swarthy deck-planks
- 'Neath the gracious Prince; and Snow-Storm
- Furrows Mona's Girdle.
Salt, as Arnórr sang:
- The hardy King the Salt plowed
- From the east with hull ice-laden:
- Brown tempests tossed the Lessener
- Of Surf-Gold toward Sigtún.
Furtherer, as Bölverkr sang:
- Thou didst summon from fair Norway
- A levy the next season,
- With Din-Surf's ships the Furtherer
- Didst shear; o'er decks the sea poured.
Here the sea is called Din-Surf also.
Wide One, as Refr sang:
- To its breast the Stay's steed taketh
- The Home of Planks, beak-furrowed,
- And tosses the Wide One over
- The hard side; the wood suffers.
