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I. BALDER BACK!
Facing the North, in the grey sea he stands.The solar orb comes northward, sliding slow,
And—empties on him its solstitial glow!
Blinks up at last with tear-bewildered glands
The puzzled jotun: from his rough red hands
Slip the huge balls of hard compacted snow
That in his wrath enraged he meant to throw,
And where they melt, behold! a brace of vands.
Meanwhile the blinding tears run down his cheeks,
Like torrents swollen with sudden summer rain;
In vain deep-knuckling in his eyes he seeks
To clear his sight—the cataracts burst amain;
Till, at the last, he gets a peep, and speaks
—It's you, Balder! So you've got back again!
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