His dagger grasping (fashion’d ’twas with skill
By the dwarf’s labour) strives the belt to file;
But Thor, with his vast hammer rising now:
Strikes at the monster’s head a fearful blow.
Deep was the sound! the pines along the shore
Scatter their leaves; and loud the billows roar!
Fresh ’midst the murky skies the rainbow glows;
Heimdal rejoicing loud his clarion blows!
The rain comes hissing down, the lightning glares;
The sun’s bright eye, but lately fill’d with tears,