How the vast plain with heroes swarms, like billows on the sea!
The danger, that the greatest strength and bravery on earth
Could scarce o’ercome, was pastime here; mere children’s play and mirth.
And now the phalanx in the shape of a boar’s head they form;
The lances clash with rustling noise like branches, when a storm
In autumn whistles through the grove, ere snow makes white the green;
Each glitt’ring blade like lightning strikes, that kills before ’tis seen.
Astounded at these wonders all, Starkodder silent stood:
The buildings that inclose the space with ravishment he view’d.
Vingolf and Gladheim on one side their lofty turrets rear;