With half the ardour, half the force express,
As doth an eye, whose silent eloquence
Reveals each thought, and beams with love intense.
“Now hie thee swift to the dark giant’s land,
And execute Valfader’s stern command!
Procure a fetter forged with mystic spell
Fenris the wolf to chain, that monster fell!
Not difficult the task will prove, methinks,
For the dwarf’s science from no labour shrinks.
But neither mystic spell nor magic chain