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LinesI 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.

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I ween that I hung on the windy tree, Hung there for nights full nine; With the spear I was wounded, and offered I was To Othin, myself to myself, On the tree that none may ever know What root beneath it runs.

Hávamál, Henry Adams Bellows, stanza 139. Public domain in the United States.