Völuspá: Kâhinenin Kehaneti

I ask for a hearing from all holy children, greater and lesser, sons of Heimdall; I wish to tell the deeds of the Father of the Slain, ancient stories of men, which I remember first. I remember giants born in the early days, those who long ago taught me; I remember nine worlds, nine branches, the glorious measuring tree beneath the earth. In the beginning of time, when Ymer lived, there was neither sand, nor sea, nor cool waves; earth was not found, nor heaven above, there was a gaping abyss, and grass nowhere. Before the sons of Borr lifted up the lands, they who created the magnificent Midgard; the sun shone from the south on the stones of the hall, then the earth was green with growing herbs. The sun cast from the south the companion of the moon, her right hand grasped the horses of heaven; the sun did not know where she had a hall, the stars did not know where they had their places, the moon did not know what power he possessed. Then all the gods went to their seats of judgment, the most holy gods, and spoke about this; they gave names to night and to the dark, to morning and to midday, to afternoon and to the years to count.