They wander now, and now through Orkner’s vale;
Before them stood, perch’d on the dizzy brow
Of a projecting rock, huge as a whale,
An ice-bear fierce! naught did the sight
The travellers alarm; the monster fled,
’Midst heaps of snow to hide himself with dread,
For inwardly he felt the Asar’s presence bright.
Thus they advance to where the snow gives way,
And grass luxuriant grows, and flowers, and corn;
The rocks, which now before them lay,