Ay, and be true wife to me."
(Warm of voice was Wêland-Smith.)
"Render me my white swan-wings!"
(Still she strove with Wêland-Smith.)
"Render me my white swan-wings
And I'll teach you cunning things
From the craft-wise fount that springs
Where iron Thor his hammer swings.
Smith, when your red anvil sings,
Fashioning you magic rings,