It heard no amorous plaint disturb the night.
No longer travels with his car and goats
The once aspiring Thor; now deaf to praise
He throws aside his club; he raves; he dotes;
While Hlidskialf, Odin’s dome, shorn of its rays,
No longer warms the earth with heart-consoling blaze.
And Freya’s bosom, once so proud to view,
Now sinks like snow before the solar beam:
Her golden hair assumes a silver hue;
Her once blue eyes two gelid rain-drops seem.