The bark now with redoubled speed
Shot ’gainst a perpendic’lar rock;
The bark had timbers proof at need,
Else were it split by such a shock:
But naught alarm’d was Skirnir bold,
When dash’d against the marble steep.
Now Harbard’s brows in wrinkles roll’d,
And many a curse he murmur’d deep.
“Now we’re arrived upon the strand;
Yon silver-hair’d blind veteran see!