BALDER’S RETURN TO EARTH[27]
He sat down in a lonely land
Of mountain, moor, and mere,
And watch’d, with chin upon his hand,
Dark maids that milk’d the deer.
And while the sun set in the skies,
And stars shone in the blue,
They sang sweet songs, till Balder’s eyes
Were sad with kindred dew.
He passed along the hamlets dim