Then on it mounts Frey, and rides, through the sky,
While its mane all the earth illumes.
Now into a mould a handful of gold
These workmen so skilful threw;
But when drawn from the flame, O! then it became
An ornament bright to view.
For now ’twas a ring of burnish’d gold;
Two hands that each other grasp
Were figured thereon, and a precious stone
Was carved as a flower for clasp.