“The sun is call’d the darter of rays
In Valaskialf by the Asar all:
But the Dwarfs, who cannot endure its blaze,
Sight-blinder the glorious orb miscall:
’Tis named by the Alfs the wreath of gold:
Night-vanquisher by the Giant breed.”
These answers grave Harbard much extoll’d,
And herrings he eat with his oaten bread.
“The cloud that flits the heavens along
Is term’d by the Asar the car of Thor: