Gazing ever, plights eternal vows.
Much it cost the hero to relinquish
Such a land, the parent of the vine:
But who would not, far beyond the raisin,
Prize a lovely female’s charms divine?
Still he took his vine-plants with him,
Mindful of his precious art:
Oft in glowing
Cups o’erflowing
Odur’s gift refreshes Odin’s heart.