#heimar

[apieters]

1000+ Posts!

I was going to make this my actual 1000th post, but the queue has a mind of its own. Oh well.

I decided, to celebrate my 1000th post, that I would draw a self-portrait of myself and my main OC’s, since I joined this site in order to post my personal art. I love these guys as only a creator can love their creations, and I wanted to symbolize how real they feel in my head in some fitting way. I don’t have anything fully written for these guys, but they each have fairly well-developed character biographies that I hope to bring to life in story form soon.

From left to right:

Peter the Marshal, my medieval fantasy character. I hope to write a fantasy story about him someday set in a land called Heimar, but I want to work on my writing skills before I attempt to do his story justice. If you want the story concept, though, it’s “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe in Westeros.”

In case you’re wondering what I look like…now you know.

Chris Carnovo, my oldest OC. A swashbuckling tyrannosaur, Chris has finally found a home in my fanfiction/learn-to-write-a-story project, Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom. Chris is the fight choreographer behind all the Disney movies we know and love, but his fencing skills often come in useful whoever his friends find themselves in need—and in the wild world of the Magic Kingdom, many a Disney character finds themself in need of a good-hearted swordsman to help them out of some dastardly villain’s mess…

Leo King, an MMA fighter who loves his family and dreams of becoming “King of the Octagon.” His story concept is basically “Rocky with MMA and Anthropomorphic Animals.”

[urban-hart]

Full body commission (with a bit of bg thrown in as a 'thanks for waiting a whole month!!') of Peter the Marshal from @apieters's world of Heimar. :D Thank you so much for the commish, my dude! It took awhile, but Peter truly was a pleasure to draw for you!

[dwollsadventures]

The conventional description of the Nine Realms. Each is a different branch of Yggdrasil, separate from the others.

Watching the newest Overly Sarcastic Production video on the mythological Nine Realms (here) has motivated me to return to writing a proper myth stuff entry. This is going to be on a single topic and a widespread misconception.

We in the modern world have a bit of a handicap when it comes to understanding the old world. The culmination of science and historical knowledge makes it difficult to understand people who don’t have that same basis of information informing their own beliefs. The most important widely known fact for our purposes here is astronomical. When most people today hear the word ‘world’, the next mental connection is often ‘planet’. We know we live on a planet which itself is one of many in a great celestial system of stars. This is the reason why there’s such a mental disconnect between us and the concept of the mythological ‘realm’.

This cosmological bias is evident in adaptations of Norse mythology: in Marvel the Nine Realms are different planets and in both God of War and Magnus Chase the Nine Realms are different dimensions. The other eight are connected to our own planet or dimension. It goes without saying that the medieval Norse and their ancestors did not know what planets or dimensions were. If they couldn’t understand the Nine Realms as dimensions or planets, what did they imagine them as?

Let’s look at the language. ‘Realm’ is but one translation for the word ‘heimr’. When we say Nine Realms in English, the Norse said Niu Heimar (heimar being the plural of heimr). The same word is used as a suffix for most of the commonly listed ‘realms’: Vanaheimr, Alfheimr, Niflheimr, etc. This word was not exclusive to mythology, however. One of Norway’s largest cities, Trondheim, bears this as well. “The Realm of Trond” doesn’t quite ring though. The more direct translation is “the home of the Trønd”, which makes more sense when you know that the trønder (þrǿndr in Old Norse) were a people who founded the city which bore their name. Applying this to the mythological names we get ‘home of the Vanir’, ‘home of the Elves/Alfar’, and ‘home of Mist’. When you read it outloud and abandon the astronomical point of view for a medieval geographic one, these names read less like planets and dimensions and more like countries or territories.

A rough attempt at combining the disparate geographic elements in the Eddas into a single plane. Jormungandr not included. Although, his presence makes one wonder if the Norse had an idea like the Greek Oceanus, where the mortal world was surrounded completely by a continuous river.

In this context, the confusing geography of the mythological heimar makes (a little) more sense. The Norse understood the mythological races not as living in a magical otherworld, but as living in far-off lands and territories. Jotunheimr’s frequent pluralization makes more sense in this regard: the jotnar are not a monolith, so of course there are multiple territories controlled by different populations of giants. The multiple ‘realms’ of the gods in Asgard are recontextualized as separate counties or neighborhoods controlled by the head gods. The Old Norse, after all, were a feudal society where farmers controlled large plots of land. The second suffix found in the mythological realms adds to this: ‘gardr’ means a fence or wall, which is what farmers would encircle their land with to demarcate boundaries.

The surprising amount of physical geography that pops up also makes more sense. Skirnir, the vassal of Freyr (note the medieval feudal term), must pass “wet mountains” to reach Gerth in Gymir’s abode. Griminsmal mentions many, many rivers that cross the lands of the gods

It isn’t all peachy-keen. The names we like to focus on so much are still poetic inventions. It’s doubtful that the skalds and priests who recited and/or believed in them put as much thought as anyone today into their mechanics. There are also still supernatural elements surrounding them, as can be found in other myths and legends: the home of the dead cannot just be crossed like any old border, and all the Jotunheimar are East of Asgardr and Midgardr regardless of position. Hel itself is a conundrum as it is said to be both beneath the earth and accessible by crossing the earth. The primordial Niflheimr and Muspelheimr are said to be north and south respectively, but that’s it.

Still, the idea of these mythological polities as planets or dimensions continually hinders modern understanding and writing concerning them. Looking at things from the medieval point of view rather than the modern one can shake up the preconceptions we continually apply to these fantastical lands.

Sources: 

“Contradictory cosmology in old norse myth and religion – but still a system?” by Eldar Heide (2014)

“Eddic Mythology” by John Arnott MacCulloch (1930)

[year-of-the-rabid-dog]

𝗠𝘆𝗿𝗸𝗿𝗶ð 𝗦æ𝗸𝗶𝗿 𝗔ð—𝗗𝗮𝘂ð𝗮𝗿ó

[talonabraxas]

Nine Worlds of Norse Mythology. Norse Cosmology contains ‘Nine Homeworlds’ (Níu Heimar in Old Norse) in which all beings reside. These worlds are centered on the World Tree, Yggdrasil, which lies at the centre of the Cosmos. Each of these Nine Worlds is the homeland of various classes of beings that are part of Norse and Germanic mythology. Travel between the worlds are described in myths, where gods and other beings sometimes interact directly with humans. Upper level Asgard / Ásgarðr / Aesir – Land of the Aesir Gods and Goddesses Vanaheim / Vanaheimr / Vanir – Land of the Vanir Gods and Goddesses Alfheim / Álfheimr / Álfar – Land of the Light Elves Middle Level / Middle Earth Midgard / Miðgarðr / Menn – Land of Humanity Jotunheim / Jötunheimr / Jötnar – Land of the Giants Svartalfheim / Svartálfaheimr / Dvergar – Land of the Dark Elves (Nidavellir – Land of the Dwarves) Lower Level Muspelheim / Muspellsheimr – Primordial Land of Fire Niflheim / Niflheimr – Primordial place of Ice and Fog, Land of the Dead (Hel / Helheimr / Náir – Land of the Dead, Home of the Goddess Hel) Asgard / Ásgarðr / Aesir – Land of the Aesir Gods and Goddesses High in the sky lies Asgard, home to the Aesir, the sky gods. Asgard was also the home of Odin’s Valhalla and Freya’s Fólkvangr, where brave Viking warriors would go after death. Home of Urdarbrunnr, the Well of Fate, guarded by the Norns. Vanaheim / Vanaheimr / Vanir – Land of the Vanir Gods and Goddesses A mysterious place, home of the Vanir Earth Gods. Home of Njord, Freya and Freyr, who came to live in Asgard after the Aesir-Vanir war. Alfheim / Álfheimr / Álfar – Land of the Light Elves Next to Asgard in the heavens was Alfheim, home to beautiful Elves, the Gods of nature and fertility. Alfheim was ruled by Freyr. Midgard / Miðgarðr / Menn – Land of Humanity Home of mankind, also known as ‘Middle Earth’. Midgard was connected to Asgard by Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge. Jotunheim / Jötunheimr / Jötnar – Land of the Giants Home of the Jotuns (giants), enemies of the Aesir. Jotunheim was mostly rocks, wilderness and dense forests. Loki came from Jotunheim, later to live in Asgard. Home of Mímisbrunnr, the Well of Wisdom, guarded by Mimir. Svartalfheim / Svartálfaheimr / Dvergar – Land of the Dark Elves Deep in the underground lived the hideous dark Elves, known to cause trouble to humans such as causing nightmares. They could not be touched by the Sun, otherwise they would turn to stone. Nidavellir – Land of the Dwarves Similar to Svartalfheim was Nidavellir, where dwarves lived in caves underground. Ruled by Hreidmar, the dwarves were masters of craftsmanship and gave presents to the Aesir, such as Thor’s hammer and Odin’s spear. Muspelheim / Muspellsheimr – Primordial Land of Fire Muspelheim was a burning hot place created in the far south. It was home to the fire giants, fire demons, and the giant Surt, enemy to the Aesir. Niflheim / Niflheimr – Primordial place of Ice and Fog, Land of the Dead The lowest of the Nine Worlds, this land of ice and mist was located in the northern region of Ginnungagap. The oldest of three wells, Hvergelmir (‘Roaring Kettle’), was located here, which was the source of all cold rivers and the origin of all living things. Hel / Helheimr / Náir – Land of the Dead, Home of the Goddess Hel Home of the Goddess Hel, daughter of Loki. When humans were not accepted to Valhalla or Fólkvangr, they came to Hel’s hall Elivdnir.

[mintibunny]

Vierapril, Day 25 - Wave

(For the love of the gods, Tumblr, let me schedule this post.)

CW: Intercourse.

Heimar, you beautiful boy, you're persistent. I hope you know that.

I know it's you, because sometimes, when I summon my carbuncle, there's a moment when the wind kicks up and blows my hair back. The scent of spring flowers dancing on the breeze tickles my nose; smoke from an evening campfire winds upward around the tip of my ears. Your breath, hot from a day's worth of work, brushes my lips, leaving them warm. So delightfully warm. Your long hair, brown like mine, always easy to run my fingers through.

My feet touch muddy ground, sopping wet from downpours, and in so doing, I'm brought to the last time I saw you.

I am just a few paces ahead of you, nearing the edge of the Golmore Jungle and everything I know. You, my friend since I can remember, are gaining on me, stride for stride, telling me not to leave. You never beg - you were never the kind to - but I know from the wavering in your voice that you're close. They promised to leave us be, you say with tears in your eyes. Only a few of us have to go. ...You want your freedom, don't you? We'll be in the same unit. We'll be together. We'll fight the Empire together.

I let you catch me. I can feel your lithe arms wrap around me like a snare, tight enough to make me catch my breath. To look around at the trees, one last time, and think about what I was doing. That's what your intention was, wasn't it. To get me to think.

And yet.

I have earned my freedom. It won't be with the Resistance, and it won't be with the Empire.

I turn around quickly, catching you off guard, and I kiss you like I've never done before. I know it's cliché, forgive me, but...

The leather you wear isn't made to save you from a girl going into exile. Menphina knows that your loincloth wasn't either. We are together, but we both know that you aren't going to win.

How bitter you taste, in the moments that come after. A warder going into his last battle, giving it his all, thrusting his spear deep into the beast's side.

I'm selfish.

You deserve better than me.

But we don't stop. Not until you are sleeping on the leaves near us, and my hands are gently resting on your chest. There's a wave of regret that comes over me, and I hate it. I hate every decision I've made with you since we were young, all the promises I made to you, about nearly everything. I can't go. I can't leave you.

I'll be gone before you wake up. I'll get what I deserve in the world outside the Jungle, don't you worry.

Somehow, the memories of you will persist, if only when I play the role of a Summoner. Better memories, where we're young and in something like love.

You are the first to join the Chorus.

---

Recommended reading from Professor Minti:

The Love Song of Night and Day

Loran's Smile

[bestiarium]

The Selkolla [Icelandic folktales]

Icelandic folklore is known for its especially weird tales. One particular story is about the Selkolla: the demonic monster that resembled a human with the head of a seal.

As the story goes, sometime in the 12th century, there was a couple who were traveling to get their baby baptized. While on the road, they stopped and lay down behind a large rock to have sex. The baby was left next to the road. When the parents are done and return to pick up their child, they find that the baby is now black and has a monstrous skin, like it was afflicted with a strange disease. Believing the child to be dead, they turn around and leave, until the child suddenly started crying. Realizing that the kid is still alive, they want to pick it up but are too afraid of contracting whatever foul curse was cast upon it. So they leave for a nearby village to gather some brave men, and return to the place where they left the baby. But when they arrive, the baby is gone.

The child has been turned into the Selkolla and wanders the countryside, both by day and night.

One day, it shapeshifts into the form of a local farmer’s wife and seduces him. But he realizes that this thing is not his wife and refuses. The Selkolla casts a curse on him and the man is now afflicted with a terrible disease. Bed-struck and alone, nobody dares to keep him company, except for one friend, a true chad who lay down beside him in bed to wait for the monster to come. But when the Selkolla arrives, she takes the friend’s eyeballs.

Enters the hero Guðmundr Arason, a local Christian bishop. Guðmundr asks to stay the night at the cursed farm and when he goes to bed, the Selkolla appears and takes off the bishop’s shoes. However, he drives the demon off and Selkolla flees. The next day, the creature returns but Guðmundr sets up seven crosses around the farm, banishing the demon and saving the day.

The Selkolla later appears on board of a ship, but the crew have all been blessed by Guðmundr so the Selkolla was unable to attack them.

So, if you’re ever in Iceland, don’t have sex with the seal-headed woman, since you’ll be cursed.

Source: the Guðmundr saga, 14th century: Jakobsson Á., 2017, Tveir heimar mætast: Guðmundur Arason biskup, hetja og vörður gegn illsku, unpublished bachelor dissertation for the University of Iceland. (image source: commissioned by Twitter user @Monkiponk)

[human-antithesis]

Heiftum skal mána kveðja

(Anonymous Poems, Hávamál 137)

Hoggorma mun hefjask herði-Þundr á landi; sjá munu menn á moldu margar heila borgir; nú vex blára brodda beystisullr í fjollum; koma mun sumra seggja sveita dogg á leggi.

(Anonymous Poems, Lausavísur 16)

Ræst ramr iotun runar.

Rístum rún á horni, rjóðum spjoll í dreyra, þau vel ek orð til eyrna óðs dýrs viðar róta.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 9)

Ræst ramr iotun runar.

Hrærizk heimar, hristizk steinar. Vatn vill leysisk, villisk disir.

(Vilhjálms saga sjóðs)

Ræst ramr iotun runar.

Þat hefr hverr, er verðr er, loks.

(Anonymous Poems, Málsháttakvæði 25)

English: For Hatred The Moon Should Be Invoked

For hatred the moon should be invoked. (Anonymous Poems, Hávamál 137)

A hardy warrior will harry here soon; men will see on the ground many forts of brains; singing of sword-play will sound in the hills; dew of blood will dampen many legs

(Anonymous Poems, Lausavísur 16).

A strong giant carved runes. I carve runes on this horn, redden words with my blood, I choose words for the trees of the beast's ear-roots.

(Egill Skallagrímsson, Lausavísur 9)

A strong giant carved runes. Worlds move, stones shake, waters unleashed, bemused are the Dísir.

(Vilhjálms saga sjóðs)

A strong giant carved runes. Each gets what he deserves in the end.

(Anonymous Poems, Málsháttakvæði 26)

[maleposting]

hiiii <33 for the ask game: 5, 14, 19, 22, 37 and 40 :33

@boylikermenlover

5 - what's my favorite thing about boys

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14 - do i like taller or shortwr boys

i prefer guys arround my height but if i have to choose id say taller. either way taller or just a few cm taller

19 - fav mlm movie

cant remember any but hopefully red white and royal blue wont disappoint me

22 - sitting on a boys lap or having a boy sitting on mine

the second one ofc 💞💞💞 i like holding people

37 - are matching couple outfits cute or cheesy?

i dont have a strong opinion abt them but idk i guess its kinds cute yeah

40 - fav love songs

theyre not really love songs, theyre more like heartbreak songs but theyre so good

also LISTEN RIGHT NOW to ringluð by lúpína GO GO GO

[themculibrary]

Monthly Follower Recs

follower recs for August, 2022

Habit (ao3) - InkDippedFingertips

Summary: In the past month, playing with Stephen’s hair had become a bit of a habit.

Peter’s Loss of Wisdom (ao3) - Bowtiez

Summary: Apparently, anesthetics and Peter Parker don’t mix too well. Tony Stark find this out the hard way. Who knew taking his kid to get his wisdom teeth extracted would be quite an adventure? At least you only get your wisdom teeth removed once, right?

or, Peter’s a clueless little bean who can’t keep a single train of thought and Tony tries not to lose his mind.

Somewhere In The Crowd There's You (ao3) - the_crown_jules sam/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Three months ago, Bucky Barnes almost died in a motorcyle crash. Instead, he woke up with his best friend Steve by his side, his left arm gone, and his hockey career with the Houston Hydras finally over. When he’s offered a job as Assistant Coach of Steve’s former team the Atlanta Avengers, he signs without a second thought. But as he starts the season, questions remain: what – or maybe who – does he want?

When Sam Wilson decides to accept Coach Romanova’s offer and become Captain of the Avengers, he does it with legacy in mind: not just his, but the Black hockey players before him and the ones who will come after. He prepares himself for the spotlight, but the loneliness of it takes him by surprise. Will he let himself accept support – or more – even from the most unlikely of people?

Join Sam and Bucky on a bantery, steamy romp through the 2022-23 Avengers hockey season as they navigate the challenges of their new roles and re-learn to seek and experience love — in all its forms.

The Many Doors of Níu Heimar (ao3) - nixajane

Summary: In the weeks before Thor's coronation, Loki almost dies, not once, but twice. (An AU in which events conspire to keep Loki from the choices he made in Thor, a war is on the horizon and the chosen battlefield is Earth, and the Avengers assemble with an extra teammate and one less villain to fight).

the spider-man conspiracy (ao3) - tempestaurora

Summary: "what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth."

To Me (ao3) - Asidian

Summary: On the anniversary of Loki's birth, a feast is held in Father's hall. This, he thinks, is as it should be: this is as it is every year, with lively music on the harp, with men and women dancing, with all his favorite foods. Except this year the foods are not the ones he prefers, after all, but those favored by his brother. And the music is not harp music but the blaring of horns. And when Father calls attention to the assembled throng to give a speech for the occasion, he does not mention Loki at all.

He proclaims the meal in honor of Thor's prowess as a warrior. He announces that the firstborn prince has bested his training instructor this day.

The boar meat, spicy and rich on Loki's tongue, is suddenly tasteless. He puts his fork down amidst the wave of applause that floods the hall; he watches as his brother, golden and triumphant, stands to accept his congratulations. The child thinks, perhaps, that this is some ruse. His family, too, scold him for his pranks, and perhaps they have decided to show him what it is like to be on the receiving end.

But the jest, if jest it is, grows long.

Wearing the Inside Out (ao3) - amethyst-noir (Arbonne)

Summary: “Stephen?” he asked softly. “Everything okay? They’re yours, aren’t they? But they look different than last time…”

Stephen's magic likes Tony and shows it through butterflies (and other things).

You want us to sign the WHAT? (ao3) - Bubblegumbeech

Summary: What if Civil War happened about a year after Ragnarok? What if the Revengers had finally made their way home, only to find out that Earth may not be where they belong after all? What if some dumbass named Ross tells Thor to sign the accords and actually expects him to just.. like.. do that? Well, let's find out shall we?

[apieters]

From my interviews with High Shepherd Yan: Some years after Peter Dragonsbane earned his name and slew the black dragon, when he was finally a man, he began raiding the coast of Heimar, freeing slaves in raids on the slave caravans of the ancient Thrallic Empire and scything down their captors with his terrible greatsword. Setting out in longboats, the Islanders of Peter's warband were able to sail far up the rivers of modern-day Centrevale, disembarking swiftly and outpacing all but the most elite of Thrallic cavalry. Over time, more and more longboats joined Peter's raiding parties and they began not just to free slaves, but attack the fortresses of the Thrallic nobility. This we know for certain. But a curious tale is so often told of the Dragonsbane by singers that many, even some of Peter's descendants, believe it. I myself don't know what to think, but given my own life experiences, I can say it smacks of a certain familiarity... It was said that as Peter grew up, he fell in love with a beautiful maiden. One day, the Prince of the Gods reappeared to Peter, and told him to rise up and lead a raid on a convoy of slavers that was prowling the Isles. While Peter was delighted to see the Prince of the Gods, he ultimately refused the Prince of the Gods' command. The stories differ on his motives, but I find it most plausible Peter simply thought that retreating to the woods and hiding until the raiders had past was more prudent--certainly, given what happened next and given his survival of the dragon-slaying, I very much doubt the versions that attribute it to cowardice. Yet I do suspect that a certain reluctance to take risk did accompany the love he felt for the maiden on whom his heart was set. But whatever the exact motivations, Peter did not obey the Prince of the Gods. The next day, as he was cutting wood for his forge, the Thrallic slavers raided his village. He ran down the mountain side, but he was too late--the village was burning, and his beloved was missing. Peter immediately snatched up Dragonsbane and jumped into the nearest longboat, sailing after the raiding party, but he could not catch up (he was either piloting the craft alone, or with a small crew of survivors). Only on the coast of Centrevale did Peter catch up with the raiding party. then attacked them and slaughtered the slavers to a man, slashing round and round with Dragonsbane in a mad fury like the wrath of a roused lion. But when he took stock of the captives as he lead them onto his longship, Peter's beloved was nowhere to be found. It was then that one of the villagers told him that his beloved had been captured and that the guards, seeing her beauty, had dishonored her. Unable to bear the shame and unwilling to return defiled, she had cast herself into the sea, swallowed up by the waves. Peter's grief was dark and terrible. He begged forgiveness of the Prince of the Gods, vowing never again to disobey his commands and to protect his people from the Thrallic slavers with all of his strength. It was only after the loss of his beloved that his regular raids began, and these he continued until the Thrallic Empire was driven from the continent of Heimar and the Free Kingdom of Heimar established. I know not how much truth is in this story, yet when I was chained in a slave caravan myself as a boy, I overheard, in jest, my Thrallic captors mention "the Raider from the Mists" who would come out of the darkness to "chop up your sorry corpses into mincemeat and stuff them into sausages." I assumed, at the time, that this figure was merely a sort of bogeyman, a story meant to frighten children. But having seen the wrath of Peter's descendant firsthand, I begin to wonder if perhaps the "Raider from the Mists" was more than the stuff of nightmares for the Thralls...

[urban-hart]

Doodles of Peter Dragonsbane for my half of an impromptu art trade with @apieters​!

Peter here is a man of heroic deeds who ascends into legend, and becomes the subject of many myths and much historical speculation in the world of Heimar. Such a Cool Dude TM, it’s almost unfair. Had great fun practicing digital coloring on him! :D

[wumboot]

who would you choose?

[errant-dm]

7th Planesrise

Outside the small town of Dor-Heimar, the Group finds a strange shack at a crossroads selling information for silver. They decide to ignore him and rent a room in the safety of the city, but are attacked by three Sumbayan monks that break into their room not long after they get settled in. After a prolonged scuffle, the three monks are left alive, but incapacitated.

Erynth goes to the innkeeper for answers, who reveals that the monks bribed him for the location of a group of Dwarven merchants, but he mixed up which room he was supposed to put them up in, and accidentally gave the Group the room meant for the Dwarves. Erynth returns to the room to find Nymandria and Deliath digging through a secret chest they uncovered under the rug in their room. Inside is a large pile of gems, an enchanted, Elven bow, and a small, glass case that held another card from their strange deck. They leave the gems, but take the items as payment for their trouble, then leave to find a safer room in town.

[fineaiart]

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[somethingswell]

Tveir heimar (Two Worlds) - Icelandic to English

Every man is an atom, so small in immeasurable space, but yet he holds inside himself a world hidden by sea.

Though dark rainclouds above often dim our bright world, what is the harm of sunshine in the realm of the soul?

Though wrathful storms may swing over sea and earthly veil, what is the harm if all is calm in the innermost depths of the spirit?

Though the cold may reign harsh over sea and countryside, what is the harm if the heart is warmed by love's fire?

(poem by Sigurbjörn Sveinsson, 1909, from "Nokkur kvæði" // translated by me)

Original

Hver maður er sem ögnin smá í ómælandi geim, en þó í sjálfum sér hann á einn sjónum dulinn heim.

Þótt skúradimmu skýin hér opt skyggi bjartan heim, hvað sakar það ef sólskin er í sálarinnar heim?

Þótt ofsastormur sveifli sér um sæ og foldarhjúp, hvað sakar það, ef alkyrt er vort insta sálardjúp?

Þótt kuldinn ríki harður hér um haf og land og sveit, hvað sakar það, ef önd vor er af eldi kærleiks heit?