And placed upon the hearth, it shed around a dazzling light.
Now with her apron round her waist the giant-maiden stands,
The fire fierce burning hardens not her delicate white hands;
Her breast lost not its lily hue; her cheek was not more brown;
That she was giant-born, could all infer from that alone.
Towards evening to her father’s house came giants old and young,
To drain the bowl, and pass the night in revelry and song:
Some stand on hoofs of horse; while some horns on their forehead bear;
Others have beards of goat; the rest a loftier nature share.
For every one is well aware, that of the giant race