But proudly from each other turn away the breasts, like foes.
Tow’ring the slender waist above, each claims preeminence;
But, as between two rain-drops, none could see the difference.
Frey gazes on the rosy lips, and on the breast of snow,
And quite forgets Iduna’s loss, and all Valhalla’s woe.
But while he gazed, his longing eyes witness’d a wondrous sight!
For now to white the red was changed! and red became the white!
When cherries burst, they show their stone; when her lips part, behold!
Two rows of teeth, as bright as pearls or ivory, they unfold!
And when the tunic fell aside with the pulsation strong,