Like Freya’s, fair.
CANTO XII.
LOK PROCURES THINGS OF VALUE FROM THE DWARFS.
Lok sat in his hall and thought on his deed,
With his vengeance well content;
But Sif, o’er the lake as she bow’d her head,
To a flood of tears gave vent:
For no more in ringlets she now can wreathe
Her hair so golden, so shining;