Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 139
1923I ween that I hung on the windy tree,Hung there for nights full nine;With the spear I was wounded, and offered I wasTo Othin, myself to myself,On the tree that none may ever knowWhat root beneath it runs.Printed edition
Stanza 139
The Poetic Edda: Translated from the Icelandic with an Introduction and Notes, 1923