“O thou cold-hearted stupid cow!” thus Asa Frey exclaim’d.
His look the graceful Jotun nymph now follow’d ev’rywhere;
He sigh’d: “I ne’er before beheld a maid so wondrous fair.”
His words she heard, but innocence dwell’d in her radiant eye,
And intellect was deeply stamp’d upon her forehead high.
Her cheek a glow unusual felt; bewitchingly she smiled;
With piety and steady faith was fill’d her bosom mild:
He saw her then sit down to spin, and much admired the zeal,
With which her younger sisters all she taught to turn the wheel.
Her arms around her much-loved sire with tenderness she flung;