“Well then! your zeal for Gefion prove!
And with her on it, drag this grove
Into the Ocean! I the land
Will deck with flowers; but it must stand
An island green ’midst billows blue:
If not—receive my last adieu!
Gefion ye ne’er shall see again,
O Jetter! in your proud domain.”
“Let Gefion swear with us to stay,
We’ll all submit to Gefion’s sway: