Not birth; since ’tis well known the gods among,
That Thor and Odin both from nothing sprung,
Like insects, at Alfader’s nod; though now
On Valhall’s throne they sit with radiant brow.”
To him replied the lively Gerda: “Love,
For what we know not, we can never prove.
I know my native vale, each rock, each field,
But Frey or Valhall ne’er my eyes beheld.
Me hath he never seen; whence springs his flame
At once so ardent for the mountain dame?