To dwell on Hlidskialf’s tower, like Valhall’s lord,
How fortunate! then every morn the sight
Of Gerda would my ravish’d soul delight.
This would repay me amply for my sighs
And for my nightly tears: alas! there lies
A barrier insurmountable between
My love and me: all I dare hope to glean
Is her dear image, which can ne’er depart;
Here, here, it lies, deep buried in my heart.
Of her bright charms the deep imprinted trace