Wayland (Völund) the Smith, wearing the wings he had fashioned, 1914
"Never have words brought woe more bitter.
For vengeance, Völund, in vain must I long.
No man is so tall to take you from your horse,
No sharp-eyed archer can shoot you down,
There where you hang, high in the clouds.'
Laughing, Völund rose aloft in the air:
Sorrowing, Nidud sat there after."
-Völundarkviða, Stanza 36-37
For vengeance, Völund, in vain must I long.
No man is so tall to take you from your horse,
No sharp-eyed archer can shoot you down,
There where you hang, high in the clouds.'
Laughing, Völund rose aloft in the air:
Sorrowing, Nidud sat there after."
-Völundarkviða, Stanza 36-37
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| Wayland the Smith, wearing the wings he had fashioned, 1914. Unknown artist, possibly Logan Marshall. Art from 'The Myths and Legends of All Nations'. |
Source:
https://archive.org/details/mythslegendsofal00mars/page/234/mode/2up
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