If I be not beloved? my power how vain!”
“And art thou not beloved?” rejoin’d the swain:
“Doth not all nature at thy altar bend?
Doth not the mighty Odin call thee friend?
For thee each Disa feels an ardent flame,
And all the gods thy love fraternal claim.”
Now Frey began each circumstance to tell
That him on Hlidskialf’s lofty tower befel:
How in the mountain cavern he beheld
A form, which every other form excell’d,