There is a spot within that grove, whence fountains with delight
Spring from benignant Hertha’s breast, and through the sand stream bright:
’Twas on the spot where Leire stood, and afterwards king Hro[98]
With many a stone and plank and joist constructed Kongebo.[99]
At morning and at evening’s blush there loved the Alfs to rove,
And scatter Freya’s tears like dew throughout the beechen grove:
And when she prick’d her finger with her needle, up they took
The drops of blood, and pour’d them on the green plants by the brook:
Lo! by the next revolving sun those plants with flowers were crown’d,
Which spread delightful odours through the grove for miles around.