But now ’tis time from Gestur’s mouth
To hear them: Hark!” aloud he cries.
GESTUR.
What is it that union and mirth inspires,
Yet oft is the cause of quarrel and strife?
Which oft the tongue with eloquence fires,
Yet oft deprives it of power and life?
SKIRNIR.
Not difficult is this question, I trow;
Mead is the key to the riddle proposed: