Then follow the snows | and the furious winds,
For the gods are doomed, | and the end is death.
[45]. Then comes another, | a greater than all,
Though never I dare | his name to speak;
Few are they now | that farther can see
Than the moment when Othin | shall meet the wolf.
* * * * * *
Freyja spake:
[46]. “To my boar now bring | the memory-beer,
So that all thy words, | that well thou hast spoken, [[232]]