A Spindle-Song
The spinner drafts with
patient skill
Every inch of useful wool-
Coarse and rough for sacking-cloth;
Spider-thin for stitching-thread;
Strong and hard for sea-steed's
harness;
Soft as down for drowsing
babe;
Linden-smooth for hero's
limbs,
Otter-sleek against his
skin.
Every span of sacred
thread
The spinner drafts with
love and skill -
Frigga, Hearth-dis, bless
her hands!