Another one of the tree...

Ek man jötna ár um borna,
þá er forðum mik fœdda höfðu;
níu man ek heima, níu íviði,
mjötvið mœran fyr mold neðan.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

I remember yet the giants of yore,
Who gave me bread in the days gone by;
Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree,
With mighty roots beneath the mold.

Völuspá - Stance 2