For whom prepared the golden bed?
“Again the hollow tones responded:
Sawest thou not in beaker bright
Draught of sweet mead, foaming light?
O’er it hangs the golden shield
Warrior’s arm no more shall wield!
Balder’s coming these betoken;
Balder’s death doom hath been spoken!
This rede reluctant have I told—
Now get thee gone, thou stranger bold.