When these glad tidings met their ear, delight they both express’d,
And flew to Valhall to partake of Odin’s mid-day feast:
Great was the joy and revelry; each Asa swell’d with pride,
When Idun sat at the right hand of Odin, like a bride.
Before her stands the golden vase that holds the sacred fruit,
From which the gods the purple bloom of youth and health recruit;
Next to Iduna Bragur sits; his eyes with constant gaze
Devour her charms: thus from the sun the sun-flower drinks the rays.
Frigga the bounteous mother smiled: the Earth, deliver’d now,
A wreath of flowers and ears of corn had sent to grace her brow: