Ere from thy worthless trunk thy head be torn,
Wilt thou amend? wilt thou my voice obey?
Wilt thou, on the light wings of Freya borne,
Bring back Iduna straight to Valaskialf forlorn?
A coward and a traitor both is Lok,
And want of firmness all his acts reveal:
Fearful to be whirl’d round again and shook,
Lowly at Aukthor’s feet behold him kneel!
“If the bright Queen, the fairest of the fair,
The lily, which adorns Folkvangur’s plain,