No other god but Odin dare mount that awful seat;
Frey on that day, however, this rule seem’d to forget.
He fix’d the royal garland in thought upon his head,
But half its wonted splendour with Idun’s fruit was fled:
There gazed he, sad and pensive, o’er mountain, rock and field;
And now my rhimes shall tell ye, what there the god beheld.
CANTO XVII.
THE AMOUR OF FREY.
A spacious chamber met his eyes hewn in the cavern grey;