The Death of Balder

slayer. And he shall be it: quickly shall he brandish The life-destroying bough, if Asa Loke, By mighty art and wonderful delusions, Knows how to work the maidens to his purpose. He comes! I will conceal myself, and listen.

HOTHER, and presently LOKE--the first dressed like a Norwegian peasant, with a hunting-spear in his hand; the other undistinguished.

HOTHER (he comes down from the rocks and unbinds the skiers {2} from his feet ere he steps forward on the scene).

Upon the oak's summit, A squirrel at play Deceives with a rustle The hunter so gay; He starts, and, low crouching, His spear he grasps tight, And, swelling up, boundeth His hand with delight.

Now quick--be not daunted! He's coming--take heed! The bold bear, the old bear, Doth hitherward speed. Oh, sound the most pleasant This ear ever knew! He cometh--a bigger This weapon ne'er slew.

Thou sovereign of forests! Thou pride of thy race! Oh, fortunate hunter-- Oh, glorious chase! Now quick! be not daunted, He comes--be prepared! Where