Heimdal, who on his rainbow stood betimes
Shining amidst his seven colours bright,
Discover’d frightful witches mutt’ring rhimes
Of direst import, with black caps bedight,
And wings, like those of bat, loud flapping in the night.
With a lethargic mist they veil the sky,
And summon Skada from her grot profound:
While Niord, before whose lance all vapours fly,
Rests in his cell, in magic slumbers bound.
Now Skada, mounted on her glander’d horse,