Their locks of yore were black as jet,
As Finnish women bear them yet:
But now their tresses’ golden die
May well with Freya’s, or with Gefion’s vie.
CANTO XI.
LOK’S CONVERSATION WITH SIF.
An attempt to translate the 11th canto in the alliterative metre of the Icelandic or ancient Scandinavian poetry, something in the style of the original.
LOK.
Forgive love’s lowly
Liegeman, O Sifia!