“Ha! we shall suit each other; in truth a well-match’d pair:
As soon as with her apple returns Iduna fair,
Begin once more thy blowing! I’ll raise the wind by night:
In tempers diff’rent moulded, by turns we’ll prove our might.
“On gold-maned Skinfax mounted, thou shalt prevail by day:
At night, upon dark Hrimfax, will I pursue my way:
With flowers thou lov’st to dally; to barren rocks I cling:
Health to the north thou bringest; I Skada mischief bring.
“In summer and in autumn, then are thy seasons meet;
My vapours thou dispersest, and coolst the sultry heat: