And Neri’s kinswoman | northward cast
A chain, and bade it | firm ever to be.
[5]. Once sorrow had | the Ylfings’ son,
And grief the bride | who the loved one had borne.
* * * * * *
Quoth raven to raven, | on treetop resting,
Seeking for food, | “There is something I know.
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[6]. “In mail-coat stands | the son of Sigmund,
A half-day old; | now day is here;