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And Thor's and Freyga's shadowy forms appear, Filling the air with mist! The rocked earth quakes. He is amongst us; grim, and dark, and tall, In awful gloomy majesty. Perform The magic rites in silence. They are done!— Up and away! One blast, one rush of wind To scare the sleeping villagers, and then All will be calm upon the Bergstrasse hills; No trace of witch or demon to betray Our mid-night vigil to the eye of man.