And ever from his presence fly:
Love’s arrows keen he oft doth prove,
But never meets return of love.
Now towards the brook th’ Asynior pass;
They dance in couples on the grass.
With Siofna her beloved child
See Freya dance in measure wild!
See Eir Iduna fond embrace,
And o’er the mead the mystic circle trace!
Now as in mazy rounds they wheel,