Looks from a height, and views below a fathomless abyss!
“Alas! a Vaner I’m no more;” thus sigh’d despairing Frey;
“E’en were I handsome as before, when Idun’s fruit was nigh,
Still vanish’d is my peace of mind; no longer I’m the same;
Nerveless and weak I feel; and Lok, the traitor Lok’s to blame.”
While Frey thus reasons, lo! a change[65] strikes his astonish’d sight
The sun dispels all mist and fog! day follows upon night!
The frost dissolves in genial dew! azure becomes the sky!
And in a whirlwind from the grove the wither’d branches fly!
The trees stood full of buds! these swell’d! flowers blossom’d forth! and lo!