She knows that Heimdall’s hearing is hidden
Under the bright-grown, sacred tree;
She sees, flowing down, the loam-filled flood
From Father of the Slain’s pledge – do you want
To know more: and what?
Alone she sat outside, when the old man came
The Terrible One of the Æsir and he looked in
Her eyes:
‘Why do you question me? Why do you test me?
I know all about it, Odin, where you hid your eye
In Mimir’s famous well.’
Mimir drinks mead every morning
From Father of the Slain’s pledge – do you want
To know more: and what?
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