And lo! as they sat and vaunted
Across the mist of the years,
There came to them one that flaunted
The helm of the war-god's peers.
A little shape and a mightless,
And the strong men laughed and roared:
"Is our father Odin sightless
That bade him share the board?
"From what realms spoilt and plundered,
From what shrines burnt art come?