Too graceful in her manners, shape and air,
Not to expect with sighs and homage meet
A host of lovers kneeling at her feet.
And if the swain, to whom she plights her vow,
Is less esteem’d by the whole world below,
Than is the god—should Gerda preference give
To him—what then avails my proud prerogative?
“Farewell! Now hie thee hence, my Skirnir brave!
To execute the order Odin gave.
But on thy master’s woes be silent still!