Like the storm-wind in temper, capricious, wild and proud;
Fearful the rocks re-echo, whene’er she scolds aloud.
But when she came to Vingolf, her anger vanish’d quite:
She view’d with admiration the fair-hair’d sons of light;
With love her heart beat wildly, when Balder came in view;
With rapture fill’d her bosom his eyes so soft, so blue.
Those eyes, ’tis true, lack’d lustre; the cause ye well may guess,
’Tis since Iduna’s apples no more the Asar bless.
Shouts Skada: “Peace I offer, and all my wrongs forgive,
If Balder fair as husband, Odin to me will give.”