With diamond needle, and with thread of steel;
Yet naught his ruthless act, nor murmur’d spell
Hath power to damp my mother wit:
That, thanks to Mimer, in the hour of need
To Lok will never fail; that still is free:
And thus upon this staff with speed
The giants’ secret have I traced for thee.
“If with thy apple of eternal youth
Thou wouldst attend me to the giants’ grove,
Then would the threads burst from my bleeding mouth,