I know an ash,
Named _Ygg-drasill_,
A stately tree,
With white dust strewed.
Thence come the dews
That wet the dales;
It stands aye green
O’er Urda’s well.
Thence come the maids
Who much do know;
Three from the hall
Beneath the tree;
One they named _Was_,
And _Being_ next,
The third _Shall be_,
On the shield they cut.
HENDERSON’S “_Iceland_.”