Of arm’d Einherier in the mimick’d fight,
Disguised to earth he oft descends, and there
Clasps in his fond embrace some mortal fair.
“Hast thou forgot the time, when Odin, fired
With love for Princess Rinda’s charms, attired
As a laborious smith, once found his way
To Garderike, where her sire held sway?
First prudently he strove to gain the fair
By gifts of iron, gold, and silver rare:
But she rejected all; and with disdain