For Sealund with each vale and hill
By Oresund doth flourish still.[76]
CANTO XXI.
CONVERSATION BETWEEN SKIRNIR AND FREY.
But when the moon had fled the rock behind,
Follow’d by Maanegarm the winged fiend,
Who, constant in pursuit, to human eyes
Mostly invisible, but in the skies
Sometimes in form of wolf, when rain pours down,