Dellingr (Old Norse possibly "the dayspring" or "shining one") is a god in Norse mythology. Dellingr is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, and in the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson. In both sources, Dellingr is described as the father of Dagr, the personified day. The Prose Edda adds that, depending on manuscript variation, he is either the third husband of Nótt, the personified night, or the husband of Jörð, the personified earth. Dellingr is also attested in the legendary saga Hervarar saga ok Heiðreks. Scholars have proposed that Dellingr is the personified dawn, and his name may appear both in an English surname and place name as well as German surnames.
Dellingr is referenced in the Poetic Edda poems Vafþrúðnismál and Hávamál. In stanza 24 of Vafþrúðnismá, the god Odin (disguised as "Gagnráðr") asks the jötunn Vafþrúðnir from where the day comes, and the night and its tides. In stanza 25, Vafþrúðnir responds:
Driving across the Illinois plain
Hard times in '33
John's got a bottle and he's feeling no pain
Just the usual low down misery
Hey John don't you think it's a crying shame
A man lose a farm and he ain't to blame
"They're suckers," says John Dillinger
It's another bleak November day
Can't decide to rain or snow
The money's in the bags and they're getting away
Heading north to Chicago
Big gray buildings, little gray men
Have a little fun then we'll do it again
"All right," says John Dillinger
Luther's bleeding from a hole in his side
I don't believe he'll make it through
Ruby cradles his head and she starts to cry
Oh God, what can I do?
I've always been a gangster's girl
Don't die and leave me alone in the world
"Shut up," says John Dillinger
Across his lap a sub-machine
Under his arm a .38
He's feeling alive, he's feeling mean
His yellow eyes are filled with hate
The papers say he's a Robin Hood
Mistreated and misunderstood
"Fuck'em," says John Dillinger