Could comprehend; ’twas Finnish, as he thought.
A numerous train of carles and maidens, scared
At the shrill sound, slept forth and round them stared.
Skirnir observ’d them close: their stature short
And squab: their visage sallow; coarse, lank, swart
Their hair; small eyes that with no meaning glow;
Nostrils compress’d; a forehead flat and low;
Their fingers, like dried carrots, long and lean;
Awkward their gait; ignoble all their mien:
Their looks betray, so lustreless, so tame,