Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Lady Charlotte Elliot b. 183The Wife of Loki
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Fell father of a direful brood,
Whose crimes have filled the heaven with flame
And drenched the earth with blood;
Within a rocky mountain-gorge;
Chains gird his body, feet, and hands,
Wrought in no mortal forge.
Above him, day and night, is hung,
With dull malignant eyes awake,
And poison-dropping tongue.
Each falling where the other fell,
To lay upon his blistered brow
The liquid fire of hell.
A woman stands, devoid of dread,
And one pale arm is seen to stretch
Above his tortured head!
And all the weary night-time through,
One patient hand that holds a cup
To catch the poison-dew.
The cup, and she must pour it forth;
With Loki’s curses then the hills
Are rent from south to north.
And lays her lips upon his face,
And, with love’s anguish in her eyes,
Resumes her constant place.