She carries out; then on thy fester’d wounds
And lips the poison falls; writhing with pain
Thou tremblest; at the shock earth trembles too.
Then Odin hurls his javelin wide around,
Slaying the wretched denizens of earth
To gorge himself with plunder: blood doth cleave
E’en to the robe of peace: where then repose
Can find the weary wand’rer? lo! Guldveige
Advances, goddess like! her shrine of gold
Is worshipp’d fervently o’er hill and vale.