Huginn and Muninns Moot

Dag

Day is the Sun-dight
Dazzling dream
Doorway to Alf-home,
Threshold of light,
Yard of winged ones
The Early-flyers,
Two sides of Minne
At dawn swiftly down
Fly forth seeking
No deed or dighel
Of Hugin and Munin
At dusk they make swiftly
Settling safe
Whispering at twilight
Their harsh croakings
And pleasing draught
On His brow
Awareness of All,
Blazes forth,
His eyes, one bright,
As day and night
Both hard truth
As He gazes out
With His dire birds
dancing with stars,
decked in night,
Drawn on the brow,
thunder-brand striking,
in the welkin's trendel
on errantry
mantled in black
into dragon-ringed Midgarth,
the sooth of the world;
from the deeming eyes
is hidden ever;
their Drighten to meet,
on the shoulders of Óðinn,
tidings of day,
a cunning sweetness
to One parched for knowledge.
a burning rune,
Óðinn's mede,
blinding as Sunna,
one black as space
drink in all,
and hidden,
from Gladsheim's gates
as dark comes.