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"Now do I see | the earth anew
Rise all green | from the waves again;
The cataracts fall, | and the eagle flies,
And fish he catches | beneath the cliffs.
The gods in Ithavoll | meet together,
Of the terrible girdler | of earth they talk
And the mighty past | they call to mind,
And the ancient runes | of the Ruler of Gods.
In wondrous beauty | once again
Shall the golden tables | stand mid the grass,
Which the gods had owned | in the days of old ..."

The ancient poem Völuspá on the rebirth of the world after its destruction in Ragnarök.

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