The Prose Edda
"How should the heaven be periphrased? Thus: call it Skull of Ymir, and hence, Giant's Skull; Task or Burden of the Dwarves, or Helm of Vestri and Austri, Sudri, or Nordri; Land of the Sun, of the Moon, and of the Stars of Heaven, of the Wains and the Winds; Helm, or House, of the Air and the Earth and the Sun. So sang Arnórr Earls'-Skald:
So large of gifts ne'er mounted Young Lord of Shields on ship-deck 'Neath the ancient Skull of Ymir: Splendid this Prince's largess.
And as he sang again:
Bright grows the sun at dusking, The earth sinks into the dark sea, The Toil of Austri bursteth; All the ocean on the fells breaks.
Thus sang Bödvarr the Halt:
For never 'neath the Sun's Plain Shall come a nobler Land-Ward, Keener in battle-onset, Nor a brother of Ingi better.
And as Thjódólfr of Hvin sang:
Jörd's Son drove to the steel-play (High swelled the godlike anger In the mind of Meili's Brother), And the Moon-Way 'neath him quivered.
Even as sang Ormr Barrey's-Skald:
Lady of Draupnir's gore-streak, However great I know him, The wielder (by right he ruleth) Of the Wain's Road sees me gladly.
Even as the skald Bragi sang:
He who threw the dead eyes Of Thjazi, Skadi's father, Into the Winds' Wide Basin O'er the abodes of men-folk many.
And as Markús sang:
'Tis long since the dear-loved Warder Of sea-men was born on the wave-girt earth-bottom Of the Storm-Container; each man praises The sublime age of the Ring-Dispenser.
Even as Steinn Herdísarson sang:
I sing the holy Ruler Of the high World-Tent rather Than men, for very precious Is He: His praises tell I.
And as Arnórr Earls'-Skald sang:
Help, dear King of Heaven, The Day's Plain, help my Hermundr.
And as Arnórr sang further:
Soothfast King of the Sun-Tents, Help stout-hearted Rögnvaldr.
And as Hallvardr sang:
Knútr wards the land, as the Ruler Of All wards the radiant Fell-Hall.
As Arnórr sang:
Michael, wise of understanding, Weighs what seems done ill, and good things: Then the Monarch of the Sun's Helm At the Doom-Seat parts all mortals.