Ithavoll

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.
  Völuspá, stanza 59-61     Inspired by Norse mythology and Cosmology. https://norse-mythology.org/