It shall never decay; like the sun at mid-day
It shall pour forth a wondrous light.”
Thus she sang, and with glee now she bent the knee,
And presented the gift to Thor;
He gazed on each tress, and must needs confess
Such locks he ne’er saw before.
From the mountain Frey vaults his steed on high,
Thor follows with hammer and hair;
To the regions of light, where the sire of the fight
Rules in glory, they both repair.