And pleasing murmur spouted forth; it never ceased to play;
A silver basin, when it falls, receives the bounteous stream;
In various channels thence it flows to the world’s bound extreme.
On a balcony take their stand to view the feats of arms
The Disar all: what Scald hath power to sing their matchless charms?
Garlands of oak with their fair hands they wreath, and cast below
As trophies in th’ arena vast, to grace the victor’s brow.
Starkodder mounted on the roof to view each wondrous sight,
While Hermod friendly show’d the way by evening’s rosy light.
He mark’d Heidruna the green leaves from th’ ash Yggdrassil crop,