There Gunliod slumb’ring lay in deep repose;
While the lamp spread a flick’ring ray around,
Odin beheld the vase with garlands crown’d.
Odin presents himself, not fiercely now
Like a wild man, but with majestic brow
He stands; then with a lover’s ardour kneels
Before the maid, and all his soul reveals.
His eloquence, his manly beauty gain’d
Her heart; three nights with Gunliod he remain’d.
And oft, while on his mistress’ form he gaz’d,