Heiðrún, the goat on the hall that stands, eateth off Læráth’s limbs; the crocks she fills with clearest mead, will that drink not e’er be drained. – Grímnismál 25 –

On the Ash Tree Yggdrasil […] Harts there are also four, Which from its summit, Arch-necked, gnaw. Dâin and Dvalin, Duneyr and Durathrôr. – Grímnismál 33 –

I greet the sun! Rising from the darkness, Rising in the day. From the Ginnungagap, Of Yggdrasil ash, In your light, the spire shall grow. In your darkness, the spire shall die. – Wardruna – Dagr –