Though now ye vainly dream to rule the world.”
Now to fair Gerda answer’d Skirnir mild:
“Who taught thee such conceits? thou lovely child!
Not from thy own conception comes thy speech;
Too innocent thy heart such flights to reach:
For Utgard-Lok thou knowst not, ne’er hast seen,
With hair upright like quills and swarthy mien:
This from thy father thou hast learnt, I ween.
’Tis well; that thy opinions are the same
As his, who shall thy filial reverence blame?