Were much approved by the ferrying wight,
And Skirnir’s cakes he devour’d with glee.
“To the moon by the Dwarfs, I know full well,
Of yellow-shiner the name is given:
By the Asar, dreamer in the vale:
By Hela ’tis term’d the wheel of heaven:
By the Alfs, year-reckoner: the Giants proud
With the name inconstant soil the moon:”
Then Harbard chuckled, and cried aloud:
“Much knowledge, ’tis plain, thou hast, my son!”