A Little Ljóðaháttr
“Say thou right if see thou canst, and tell it truthfully ere tumult come: When, if ever, Wand-Bearer, shall my love my lay embrace?” “Have patience, warrior wild and smitten, for love lives by its own lilt. The time will come, and come it will, when to thee she will yield her yearning.” “Say thou right and say it quick, ere tumult trip me into tempest: seeress, might her heart melt and take my tribute tonight?” “Be...