On his bosom ever press’d his hand.
Hermod, from behind the bush advancing,
Touches Odur with his magic wand:
Straight transform’d e’en to the very marrow
See him now a marble statue stand!
To this day through Asia roving,
Him, ’tis said, the Scald hath found
Thus alone
Changed to stone
In the forest, still with vine-leaves crown’d.