Although she graves them on her sable shield
In mystic runes, from vulgar ken conceal’d.
When first was ratified the bond of peace
Between the Asar and the Vaner race,
Loud through the mountains of the eastern chain
Was heard of love and bliss the jocund strain.
The Vaner damsels with long streaming hair,
Their forms voluptuous to the girdle bare,
Join’d in the mazy dance and rais’d the song
To crash of cymbals and the sound of gong.