Through dripping dew and streaming rain,
A thousand years I now have lain.
Ruthless thou stirrest the dead’s deep rest—
Who mayst thou be, thou stranger guest?
“And Odin answered:
A wanderer I, unknown my name;
A warrior’s son, untold my fame;
Of the upper world I would not know,
But fain would seek of those below.
For whom is the glittering table spread?