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เรื่องราวของบัลเดอร์เป็นแรงบันดาลใจให้กวีรุ่นหลังเขียนถึง ดังตัวอย่างต่อไปนี้
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I HEARD a
voice, that cried,
"Balder
the Beautiful
Is dead, is
dead!"
Passed like
the mournful cry
Of sunward
sailing cranes.
I saw the pallid corpse
Of the dead
sun
Borne through the Northern sky.
Blasts from
Niffelheim
Lifted the
sheeted mists
Around him
as he passed.
And the
voice forever cried,
"Balder
the Beautiful
Is dead, is
dead!"
Through the
dreary night,
In accents
of despair.
Balder the
Beautiful,
God of the
summer sun,
Fairest of
all the Gods!
Light from
his forehead beamed,
Runes were
upon his tongue,
As on the
warrior's sword.
Bound were
by magic spell
Never to do
him harm;
Even the
plants and stones;
All save
the mistletoe,
The sacred
mistletoe!
Whose feet
are shod with silence,
Pierced
through that gentle breast
With his
sharp spear, by fraud,
Made of the
mistletoe!
The
accursed mistletoe!
With horse
and harness,
As on a
funeral pyre.
Odin placed
A ring upon
his finger,
And
whispered in his ear.
They
launched the burning ship!
Over the
misty sea,
Till like
the sun it seemed,
Sinking
beneath the waves.
Balder
returned no more!
But out of
the sea of Time
Rises a new
land of song,
Fairer than
the old.
Walk the
young bards and sing.
Build it
again,
O ye bards,
Fairer than
before;
Ye fathers
of the new race,
Feed upon
morning dew,
Sing the
new Song of Love!
The law of
love prevails!
Thor, the
thunderer,
Shall rule
the earth no more,
No more,
with threats,
Challenge
the meek Christ.
Sing no
more,
O ye bards
of the North,
Of Vikings
and of Jarls!
Of the days
of Eld
Preserve
the freedom only,
Not the
deeds of blood!
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