And learn a suitor thus sincere to prize.
Thus doth the mountain’s summit wrapt in snow
Melt by degrees before the summer’s glow,
And to a plant gives birth, which scents the gale,
More fragrant than the lily of the vale.”
Thus spoke the god, and sat him down beside
The brook to weep; the waters onward glide,
And, as they flow, receive the lover’s tears,
While mirror-like the stream his beauteous image bears.
But Skirnir, who in missions from the god