The monster’s flank; the gods beheld with pain
Such glorious feats of strength deploy’d in vain.
Now Thor without his hammer homeward hies:
Between the serpent’s scales deep-buried Miölner lies.
CANTO X.
LOK BECOMES ENAMOURED OF SIF.
With pensive look
In Valaskialf sits Asa-Lok:
His head hangs down; his spirits fail;