Freya, will lend her wings, I solemn swear,
Spite of all spells, to loose Iduna’s chain,
And bring the goddess back to Asagard again.
“My soul’s resolv’d; naught shall my purpose bend,
The beauteous captive’s suff’rings deep I feel:
Foul Thiasse was to blame; by him constrain’d
Was I the goddess and her vase to steal.
But o’er the forest’s pines and ocean’s wave,
Cloth’d like a bird with gentle Freya’s wing.
I’ll hie me swiftly to the giant’s cave.