BALDUR Flushing peak, fainting star, Freyja! Torches in thy temple are, Freyja! Spirits of air, Anses and elves, Brightens the dawn, Freyja is gone. Come! let us go to her, girding ourselves.
CHORUS Freyja, where art thou? Where? Where?
[Freyja enters, looking fearfully around her.]
FREYJA Those giant beards and backs!—They turn and look. The peaks pursue me, and the nudging cliffs Thrust out great chins and stare. Where should this lead?
BALDUR [Outside.] Mortal day, man’s desires, Freyja! Feed on earth thine altar-fires, Freyja! Spirits of earth, Wood-sprites and Wanes, Gone is our mirth, Sorrow remains. Come! let us hasten and bid her beware!
CHORUS Freyja, where art thou? Where? Where?
FREYJA Can this place be i’ the world? And were such shapes Wrought in the dear creation? And that voice— Was it this crater’s frozen mouth that moaned For blossoms and the south wind and my love?
BALDUR [Enters.] Freyja!
FREYJA O Baldur, come!
BALDUR What hast thou seen? Why hast thou left the silver roof of shields, Thy lover’s eyes, the laughter of the gods, To wander forth in night?