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The Winds of Odinīs Will
Let fly two ravens forth from thee,
Singing Thought and Memory!
Naught in any world from them can flee.
Fare ye forth!
Hear one of them call to his mate,
Seeking out the strands of Fate,
Crying "Come, fare we now
on winds of Odinīs will!"
Upon yon distant stone-girt peak,
Singing Thought and Memory!
There stands an ancient mossy seat,
Fare ye forth!
There, rooted in eldest might,
Thou sendest forth thy winged sight,
Crying "Come, fare we now
on winds of Odinīs will!"
Through worlds of darkness, worlds of light,
Singing Thought and Memory!
Two night-hued ravens, swift in flight,
Fare ye forth!
Gather ye news of each wight,
See what goes ill, see deeds of right,
Crying "Come, fare we now
on winds of Odinīs will!"
Now sinks the Sun in misty vale,
Singing Thought and Memory!
Thou biddest them hence to tell their tale-
Fare ye hence!
From Hlidskjalf thy call echoes forth,
Spanning the worlds from south to north,
Crying "Come, fare we now
on winds of Odinīs will!"
As Nightīs soft arms embrace bright Day,
Singing Thought and Memory!
Two shining ravens wend their way,
Faring hence!
Winds bear them to mountain crown,
Upon thy great shoulders gliding down,
Crying "Hark! Wisdom borne
on wings of Odinīs will!"
Heed we well the wisdom borne
on wings of Odinīs will!"
Đ Winifred Hodge Rose Frigga's Web