Odur never more she found:
Tears of woe
Constant flow
From her eyes: the groves her plaint resound.
When the apples of the fair Iduna,
Fruit of health and youth, were found again,
Much it griev’d Valfader’s heart to notice
Beauty sorrowing on her couch in vain:
Straight he sent in search of Odur
Hermod with his magic spear.