Protrudes his head amidst the vapours brown:
From ocean’s bed the sun majestic rose,
Like blushing Freya with her cheeks of rose,
When from the bath outstepping, she displays
(Alone, naught fearing indiscretion’s gaze)
Her charms voluptuous to the morning chill,
While on the trees the birds are slumb’ring still.
Skirnir the gallant courier mounts his steed;
Fulla had fill’d his flask with Suttung’s mead;
While fair Iduna, mindful of the brave,