Before I leave the regions of the sky,
To ascertain, if my own master Frey
Hath not some mandate for his trusty swain;
For though to Odin, king of gods and men,
We all must bow, and own his sovereign might,
Yet our own master claims an equal right.”
Thus said, he spurr’d his courser toward the grove
Of birch-trees, where the Asa loved to rove.
There Frey, with chin reclining on his hand,
Was wont to sit, and muse, while o’er the land