Continued fast his captive’s lips to sow,
Naught caring for his piteous scream:
This done, some magic runes he murmur’d low.
“Now, then, I have thee safe: now, caitiff! hie
To the green bower, where fair Iduna dwells!
To my own hall i’ th’ hard-wood grove I fly,
Where Cape North’s granite front the surge repels.
There bring to me forthwith my wish’d for prey!
Once in my arms the fruit and goddess lay!
Then will I straight thy mouth unbind,