How then could his impartial spirit blame
A better suited match, a worthier flame
’Twixt thee and Gerda, loveliest mountain dame?
“Not always so austere and so sedate
Trust me, is Odin, as when high in state
He thrones amidst Valhalla’s champions grave:
He too hath sometimes been love’s humblest slave;
The lively Freya, with her cheeks of rose,
Hath oft disturbed that prudent god’s repose:
Then weary of the banquet, and the sight