The fair Iduna sigh’d, conceal’d in gloom and smoke.
But in the dark Lok finds his way most sure:
Naught was he daunted by the giant’s spell;
On Freya’s wings relies the god secure,
Which time defy, and brave the power of steel.
His course he steers, thorns, brakes, and briars among;
Now like an owl he has recourse to flight;
Now like a cat he needs must creep along.
At length the secret cave appears in sight,
Where rocks piled upon rocks conceal the treasure bright.