And the wheel went round with a whizzing sound
And the gold in threads around it.
And she span and span, while the gold thread ran,
New hair for the Disa mild;
She sang by the rill, that flowed from the hill,
This strain so wizard and wild:
“The goddess her hair henceforward shall bear
Loose streaming before the wind;
Nor in plait nor in fold shall the ductile gold
Hereafter her temples bind.