And Odin knew their master, Bauge, dwell’d
In a huge cave close bord’ring on the field.
No deference pay to justice or to right
The thievish giants; their sole law is might:
They rove the world around and laugh to scorn
The Asar’s golden rules; the peasant’s corn
They carry off, while he lies fast asleep,
And, what he sows, those ruthless robbers reap.
Night of their force and fraud conceals each trace,
For Night herself is of the giant race: