FREYJA Barkings I heard.
BALDUR Hush, Freyja!
FREYJA Through the music of the gods Faintly I heard it knell and yearn for me; And so I stole away. But tell me—
FREYJA Tell me what thing of nameless woe—
BALDUR Oh, come And ask not. Come away to Valhal.
[He leads her impetuously away from the crater toward the sunrise.]
FREYJA [Resists gently.] Baldur!
BALDUR Freyja, look down! Spring leaps among the valleys And calls his universal flocks, to drink The love of Freyja. The forests rush together and the groves, And the male oaks, like herded elk at war, Tangle their budding antlers, and moan loud For Freyja’s love.
Look down! The silvered pastures and the lakes Lift all their sacrificial clouds, to crave The love of Freyja; And day’s bright stallion, snorting in the east, Paws the pale stream of morning into gold And champs his golden curb to burning foam For Freyja’s love.