Immers’d in grief the fair Iduna sat
Like marble statue on a monument;
Upon the sea of time so desolate,
Which never ebbs, her look despairing bent.
But spite of every hindrance, Asa-Lok
Into the gloomy cavern forced his way,
Where pined the Disa fetter’d to the rock:
Some words of comfort scarce he stopp’d to say,
But caught her in his arms, and bore her far away.
While they together flew o’er land and sea,