Icelandic Poetry/Song of Hymer

SONG

OF

HYMER.

I.
Gods pursue the sylvan fight—
Gods that in fierce war delight.
The chace is o’er, and weary they,
Awhile the banquet's joy delay,
Till the teeming entrails tell,
Truth divin’d by mistic spell.
Their awful wands they now erect;
Now the sacred blood inspect.
Soon by omens sure, ’twas known,
Ager^[1] did no cauldron own.

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1. Ager.”—A great Magician, and Lord of Helseyia: coming from Asgard was received by the Asi at a splendid banquet. When he departed, he invited Odin and all the Asi to come to his