Come Gangleri,
Here is rest
Come into this garth
Here is a horn
Brimming with mead
Of my thoughts,
Drink, and draw near
Warm your hands
Hang up to dry
And bring linen weeds
My Ash-tree;
To weigh your arms
Here for a while
Of unending care
And bide here,
If you have grown weary
Linger near:
Not twisted rope,
On this gallows-tree
Will you be pricked,
Oh Bliss-bestower,
All that you want,
My fingers will wind
As I draw you down,
To lay kisses sweetly
Until you smile,
Love awakening,
With this death-doomed
Find forgetfulness
For a night,
On mead and apples
wanting no food
Let us find heart's ease
For these seldom come
Until all is laid by ready
When worlds unwind
I would not my hearth
From the dire plight
But come nonetheless,
Heed your own words:
In unknowing
But sorrow only

Gray Wanderer,
from endless roaming,
and find glad welcome:
hallowed with runes
brewed in the hall
your thirst to quell.
this need-fire,
while I with care
your hail-beaten mantle
to wreathe your limbs,
and aethelings rings
as ought, Beloved.
of your woeful crown
be unburdened,
my Blessing.
of gibbet-riding,
loving arms
will twine your neck;
not by Gungnir
but by pangs of love,
your bride understands
as well you know.
your white wolf's mane,
Dreaded One,
on your stern mouth
and I see in your eye
and the ache there easing.
daughter of Midgardh
of foreknowledge
and needed rest.
undying, you thrive,
nor worship by thralls,
and hope together
to such as we 
for Ragnarok
and Wyrd is done.
my Hero keep
you have pledged to meet
come nigh, Thekk:
for one may find
either boon or bale,
In being over wise.