The ArArnamagn'an Codex: Baldrs Draumar

BALDRS DRAUMAR 1. Once were the gods | together met, And the goddesses came | and council held, And the far-famed ones | the truth would find, Why baleful dreams | to Baldr had come. 2. Then Othin rose, | the enchanter old, And the saddle he laid | on Sleipnir's back; Thence rode he down | to Niflhel deep, And the hound he met | that came from hell. 3. Bloody he was | on his breast before, At the father of magic | he howled from afar; Forward rode Othin, | the earth resounded Till the house so high | of Hel he reached. 4. Then Othin rode | to the eastern door, There, he knew well, | was the wise-woman's grave; Magic he spoke | and mighty charms, Till spell-bound she rose, | and in death she spoke: 5. "What is the man, | to me unknown, That has made me travel | the troublous road? I was snowed on with snow, | and smitten with rain, And drenched with dew; | long was I dead." Othin spake: 6. "Vegtam my name, | I am Valtam's son; Speak thou of hell, | for of heaven I know: For whom are the benches | bright with rings, And the platforms gay | bedecked with gold?" The Wise-Woman spake: 7. "Here for Baldr | the mead is brewed, The shining drink, | and a shield lies o'er it; But their hope is gone | from the mighty gods. Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still." Othin spake: 8. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee All to know | that I fain would ask: Who shall the bane | of Baldr become, And steal the life | from Othin's son?" The Wise-Woman spake: 9. "Hoth thither bears | the far-famed branch, He shall the bane | of Baldr become, And steal the life | from Othin's son. Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still." Othin spake: 10. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee All to know | that I fain would ask: Who shall vengeance win | for the evil work, Or bring to the flames | the slayer of Baldr?" The Wise-Woman spake: 11. "Rind bears Vali | in Vestrsalir, And one night old | fights Othin's son; His hands he shall wash not, | his hair he shall comb not, Till the slayer of Baldr | he brings to the flames. Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still." Othin spake: 12. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee All to know | that I fain would ask: What maidens are they | who then shall weep, And toss to the sky | the yards of the sails?" The Wise-Woman spake: 13. "Vegtam thou art not, | as erstwhile I thought; Othin thou art, | the enchanter old." Othin spake: "No wise-woman art thou, | nor wisdom hast; Of giants three | the mother art thou." The Wise-Woman spake: 14. "Home ride, Othin, | be ever proud; For no one of men | shall seek me more Till Loki wanders | loose from his bonds, And to the last strife | the destroyers come." (Source: http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/poe/poe13.htm) I have read the document a number of times and will give an analysis report of it. The analysis will include my thoughts on the peom.