I know that I hung on the windy tree
  For nights, all of nineWounded byspear - and given to Odin
  Myself to myself
  On that Tree
  And no man knows where the roots of it run.
  None gave me bread ,
  None gave me mead ,
  I peered down ,
  I took up the Runes,
  Screaming of need I took them
  And fell back hen
                        

                                                          ————To Odin