He grasp’d in both his hands a pond’rous spear;
But vain his efforts all, as if he struck
In the dark night the vacant air.
The eagle’s beak caught one end of the lance,
While Loptur’s hands fast to the other clung;
High soar’d the eagle through the heaven’s expanse,
While dangling to the lance his foe with terror hung.
Borne by the goblin through the airy space,
O’er forest, hill and dale flies Asa Lok;
Now dip his legs into the deep morass;