Journey To The Dead

Forth from the East, up the ascent of Heaven,     Day drove his courser with the Shining Mane;     And in Valhalla, from his gable perch,     The golden-crested Cock began to crow:     Hereafter, in the blackest dead of night,     With shrill and dismal cries that Bird shall crow,     Warning the Gods that foes draw nigh to Heaven;     But now he crew at dawn, a cheerful note,     To wake the Gods and Heroes to their tasks.     And all the Gods, and all the Heroes, woke.     And from their beds the Heroes rose, and donnd     Their arms, and led their horses from the stall,     And mounted them, and in Valhallas court     Were rangd; and then the daily fray began.     And all day long they there are hackd and hewn     Mid dust, and groans, and limbs loppd off, and blood;     But all at night return to Odins hall     Woundless and fresh: such lot is theirs in Heaven.     And the Valkyries on their steeds went forth     Toward Earth and fights of men; and at their side     Skulda, the youngest of the Nornies, rode:     And over Bifrost, where is Heimdalls watch,     Past Midgard Fortress, down to Earth they came:     There through some battle-field, where men fall fast,     Their horses fetlock-deep in blood, they ride,     And pick the bravest warriors out for death,     Whom they bring back with them at night to Heaven,     To glad the Gods, and feast in Odins hall.             But the Gods went not now, as otherwhile,     Into the Tilt-Yard, where the Heroes fought,     To feast their eyes with looking on the fray:     Nor did they to their Judgement-Place repair     By the ash Igdrasil, in Idas plain,     Where they hold council, and give laws for men:     But they went, Odin first, the rest behind,     To the hall Gladheim, which is built of gold;     Where are in circle rangd twelve golden chairs,     And in the midst one higher, Odins throne:     There all the Gods in silence sate them down;     And thus the Father of the Ages spake:             Go quickly, Gods, bring wood to the seashore,     With all, which it beseems the dead to have     And make a funeral pile on Balders ship.     On the twelfth day the Gods shall burn his corpse.     But Hermod, thou, take Sleipner, and ride down     To Helas kingdom, to ask Balder back.             So said he; and the Gods arose, and took     Axes and ropes, and at their head came Thor,     Shouldering his Hammer, which the Giants know:     Forth wended they, and drove their steeds before:     And up the dewy mountain tracks they fard     To the dark forests, in the early dawn;     And up and down and side and slant they roamd:     And from the glens all day an echo came     Of crashing falls; for with his hammer Thor     Smote mid the rocks the lichen-bearded pines     And burst their roots; while to their tops the Gods     Made fast the woven ropes, and hald them down,     And loppd their boughs, and clove them on the sward,     And bound the logs behind their steeds to draw,     And drove them homeward; and the snorting steeds     Went straining through the crackling brushwood down,     And by the darkling forest paths the Gods     Followd, and on their shoulders carried boughs.     And they came out upon the plain, and passd     Asgard, and led their horses to the beach,     And loosd them of their loads on the seashore,     And rangd the wood in stacks by Balders ship;     And every God went home to his own house.             But when the Gods were to the forest gone     Hermod led Sleipner from Valhalla forth     And saddled him; before that, Sleipner brookd     No meaner hand than Odins on his mane,     On his broad back no lesser rider bore:     Yet docile now he stood at Hermods side,     Arching his neck, and glad to be bestrode,     Knowing the God they went to seek, how dear.     But Hermod mounted him, and sadly fard,     In silence, up the dark untravelld road     Which branches from the north of Heaven, and went     All day; and Daylight wand, and Night came on.     And all that night he rode, and journeyd so,     Nine days, nine nights, towards the northern ice,     Through valleys deep-engulphd, by roaring streams:     And on the tenth morn ho beheld the bridge     Which spans with golden arches Gialls stream,     And on the bridge a Damsel watching armd,     In the strait passage, at the further end,     Where the road issues between walling rocks.     Scant space that Warder left for passers by;     But, as when cowherds in October drive     Their kine across a snowy mountain pass     To winter pasture on the southern side,     And on the ridge a wagon chokes the way,     Wedgd in the snow; then painfully the hinds     With goad and shouting urge their cattle past,     Plunging through deep untrodden banks of snow     To right and left, and warm steam fills the air     So on the bridge that Damsel blockd the way,     And questiond Hermod as he came, and said:             Who art thou on thy black and fiery horse     Under whose hoofs the bridge oer Gialls stream     Rumbles and shakes? Tell me thy race and home.     But yestermorn five troops of dead passd by     Bound on their way below to Helas realm,     Nor shook the bridge so much as thou alone.     And thou hast flesh and colour on thy cheeks     Like men who live and draw the vital air;     Nor lookst thou pale and wan, like men deceasd,     Souls bound below, my daily passers here.             And the fleet-footed Hermod answerd her:     O Damsel, Hermod am I calld, the son     Of Odin; and my high-roofd house is built     Far hence, in Asgard, in the City of Gods:     And Sleipner, Odins horse, is this I ride.     And I come, sent this road on Balders track:     Say then, if he hath crossd thy bridge or no?             He spake; the Warder of the bridge replied:     O Hermod, rarely do the feet of Gods     Or of the horses of the Gods resound     Upon my bridge; and, when they cross, I know.     Balder hath gone this way, and taen the road     Below there, to the north, toward Helas realm.     From here the cold white mist can be discernd,     Not lit with sun, but through the darksome air     By the dim vapour-blotted light of stars,     Which hangs over the ice where lies the road.     For in that ice are lost those northern streams     Freezing and ridging in their onward flow,     Which from the fountain of Vergelmer run,     The spring that bubbles up by Helas throne.     There are the joyless seats, the haunt of ghosts,     Helas pale swarms; and there was Balder bound.     Ride on; pass free: but he by this is there.             She spake, and steppd aside, and left him room.     And Hermod greeted her, and gallopd by     Across the bridge; then she took post again.     But northward Hermod rode, the way below:     And oer a darksome tract, which knows no sun,     But by the blotted light of stars, he fard;     And he came down to Oceans northern strand     At the drear ice, beyond the Giants home:     Thence on he journeyd oer the fields of ice     Still north, until he met a stretching wall     Barring his way, and in the wall a grate.     Then he dismounted, and drew tight the girths,     On the smooth ice, of Sleipner, Odins horse,     And made him leap the grate, and came within.     And he beheld spread round him Helas realm,     The plains of Niflheim, where dwell the dead,     And heard the thunder of the streams of Hell.     For near the wall the river of Roaring flows,     Outmost: the others near the centre run     The Storm, the Abyss, the Howling, and the Pain:     Those flow by Helas throne, and near their spring.     And from the dark flockd up the shadowy tribes:     And as the swallows crowd the bulrush-beds     Of some clear river, issuing from a lake,     On autumn days, before they cross the sea;     And to each bulrush-crest a swallow hangs     Swinging, and others skim the river streams,     And their quick twittering fills the banks and shores     So around Hermod swarmd the twittering ghosts.     Women, and infants, and young men who died     Too soon for fame, with white ungraven shields;     And old men, known to Glory, but their star     Betrayd them, and of wasting age they died,     Not wounds: yet, dying, they their armour wore,     And now have chief regard in Helas realm.     Behind flockd wrangling up a piteous crew,     Greeted of none, disfeaturd and forlorn     Cowards, who were in sloughs interrd alive:     And round them still the wattled hurdles hung     Wherewith they stampd them down, and trod them deep,     To hide their shameful memory from men.     But all he passd unhaild, and reachd the throne     Of Hela, and saw, near it, Balder crownd,     And Hela sat thereon, with countenance stern;     And thus bespake him first the solemn Queen:             Unhappy, how hast thou endurd to leave     The light, and journey to the cheerless land     Where idly flit about the feeble shades     How didst thou cross the bridge oer Gialls stream,     Being alive, and come to Oceans shore?     Or how oerleap the grate that bars the wall?             She spake: but down off Sleipner Hermod sprang,     And fell before her feet, and claspd her knees;     And spake, and mild entreated her, and said:             O Hela, wherefore should the Gods declare     Their errands to each other, or the ways     They go? the errand and the way is known.     Thou knowst, thou knowst, what grief we have in Heaven     For Balder, whom thou holdst by right below:     Restore him, for what part fulfils he here?     Shall he shed cheer over the cheerless seats,     And touch the apathetic ghosts with joy?     Not for such end, O Queen, thou holdst thy realm.     For Heaven was Balder born, the City of Gods     And Heroes, where they live in light and joy:     Thither restore him, for his place is there.             He spoke; and grave replied the solemn Queen:     Hermod, for he thou art, thou Son of Heaven!     A strange unlikely errand, sure, is thine.     Do the Gods send to me to make them blest?     Small bliss my race hath of the Gods obtaind.     Three mighty children to my Father Lok     Did Angerbode, the Giantess, bring forth     Fenris the Wolf, the Serpent huge, and Me:     Of these the Serpent in the sea ye cast,     Who since in your despite hath waxd amain,     And now with gleaming ring enfolds the world:     Me on this cheerless nether world ye threw     And gave me nine unlighted realms to rule:     While on his island in the lake, afar,     Made fast to the bord crag, by wile not strength     Subdud, with limber chains lives Fenris bound.     Lok still subsists in Heaven, our Father wise,     Your mate, though loathd, and feasts in Odins hall;     But him too foes await, and netted snares,     And in a cave a bed of needle rocks,     And oer his visage serpents dropping gall.     Yet he shall one day rise, and burst his bonds,     And with himself set us his offspring free,     When he guides Muspels children to their bourne.     Till then in peril or in pain we live,     Wrought by the Gods: and ask the Gods our aid?     Howbeit we abide our day: till then,     We do not as some feebler haters do,     Seek to afflict our foes with petty pangs,     Helpless to better us, or ruin them.     Come then; if Balder was so dear belovd,     And this is true, and such a loss is Heavens     Hear, how to Heaven may Balder be restord.     Show me through all the world the signs of grief:     Fails but one thing to grieve, here Balder stops:     Let all that lives and moves upon the earth     Weep him, and all that is without life weep:     Let Gods, men, brutes, beweep him; plants and stones.     So shall I know the lost was dear indeed,     And bend my heart, and give him back to Heaven.             She spake; and Hermod answerd her, and said:     Hela, such as thou sayst, the terms shall be.     But come, declare me this, and truly tell:     May I, ere I depart, bid Balder hail     Or is it here withheld to greet the dead?             He spake; and straightway Hela answerd him:     Hermod, greet Balder if thou wilt, and hold     Converse: his speech remains, though he he dead.             And straight to Balder Hermod turnd, and spake:     Even in the abode of Death, O Balder, hail!     Thou hearst, if hearing, like as speech, is thine,     The terms of thy releasement hence to Heaven:     Fear nothing but that all shall be fulfilld.     For not unmindful of thee are the Gods     Who see the light, and blest in Asgard dwell;     Even here they seek thee out, in Helas realm.     And sure of all the happiest far art thou     Who ever have been known in Earth or Heaven:     Alive, thou wert of Gods the most belovd:     And now thou sittest crownd by Helas side,     Here, and hast honour among all the dead.             He spake; and Balder utterd him reply,     But feebly, as a voice far off; he said:             Hermod the nimble, gild me not my death.     Better to live a slave, a capturd man,     Who scatters rushes in a masters ball,     Than be a crownd king here, and rule the dead.     And now I count not of these terms as safe     To be fulfilld, nor my return as sure,     Though I be lovd, and many mourn my death:     For double-minded ever was the seed     Of Lok, and double are the gifts they give.     Howbeit, report thy message; and therewith,     To Odin, to my Father, take this ring,     Memorial of me, whether savd or no:     And tell the Heaven-born Gods how thou hast seen     Me sitting here below by Hela s side,     Crownd, having honour among all the dead.             He spake, and raisd his hand, and gave the ring.     And with inscrutable regard the Queen     Of Hell beheld them, and the ghosts stood dumb.     But Hermod took the ring, and yet once more     Kneeld and did homage to the solemn Queen;     Then mounted Sleipner, and set forth to ride     Back, through the astonishd tribes of dead, to Heaven.     And to the wall he came, and found the grate     Lifted, and issued on the fields of ice;     And oer the ice he fard to Oceans strand,     And up from thence, a wet and misty road,     To the armd Damsels bridge, and Gialls stream.     Worse was that way to go than to return,     For him: for others all return is barrd.     Nine days he took to go, two to return;     And on the twelfth morn saw the light of Heaven.     And as a traveller in the early dawn     To the steep edge of some great valley comes     Through which a river flows, and sees beneath     Clouds of white rolling vapours fill the vale,     But oer them, on the farther slope, descries     Vineyards, and crofts, and pastures, bright with sun     So Hermod, oer the fog between, saw Heaven.     And Sleipner snorted, for he smelt the air     Of Heaven: and mightily, as wingd, he flew.     And Hermod saw the towers of Asgard rise:     And he drew near, and heard no living voice     In Asgard; and the golden halls were dumb.     Then Hermod knew what labour held the Gods:     And through the empty streets he rode, and passd     Under the gate-house to the sands, and found     The Gods on the seashore by Balders ship.