For whom are the benches | bright with rings,
And the platforms gay | bedecked with gold?”
The Wise-Woman spake:
[7]. “Here for Baldr | the mead is brewed,
The shining drink, | and a shield lies o’er it;
But their hope is gone | from the mighty gods.
Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still.”
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Othin spake:
[a]8]. “Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee