He’s thrifty too; and from his own breast
He weaves his woof, and he builds his nest.
GESTUR.
’Twas black as a raven, and bright as a shield,
And sharp as a spit, as it lay on the field,
But lately it glow’d with an ardent flame,
But now like the grave it is cold and tame.
SKIRNIR.
Thou sawst the lava from Hecla flow,
Which in the sun’s beam so bright did glow;