Freya now feels a pressure strange before her heart! below
She casts a hasty glance, and views with pleasure and surprize
The rose-buds on her breast again with youthful fullness rise.
Frey gazed upon the brook; of late slowly it crept ’midst stones,
But now through banks of violets blue with rapid course it runs:
The spot, where grew a noisome weed, now odours sweet exhales;
He look’d; and in its place, behold! a rose the air regales!
Now on each other gazed the pair with mutual ecstacy;
Of all the females in the world the handsomest was she:
In him she view’d the paragon of males with rose-crown’d brow,