There stands an ash called Yggdrasil, A mighty tree showered in white hail. From there come the dews that fall in the valleys. It stands evergreen above Urd’s Well. From there come maidens, very wise, Three from the lake that stands beneath the pole. One is called Urd, another Verdandi, Skuld the third; they carve into the tree The lives and fates of children.
– author unknown, translated by Daniel McCoy, author of The Viking Spirit