She dwells in Ocean’s deepest cave: seldom to Valhall came:
With pain in their bright choir enroll’d the Asar view’d her name.
With th’ Asa who sat next to her she form’d a contrast wide;
They seem’d the images of love and hatred side by side:
Twas Balder, who with youthful bloom all renovated shone:
The Disar all cast looks of love on Odin’s fair-hair’d son.
His light gold tresses, parted, gleam’d over his forehead bright;
His brows resembled just the flower “the brows of Balder” hight:
His aspect’s majesty divine no language can impart;
Where’er he turn’d his eyes, their glance went deep into the heart.