T’intrude herself amongst the gods on high;
To meet contempt from every Disa’s eye,
Who hold my birth too mean, myself too base
To form alliance with the Asar race.”
“Therein thou dost the fair Asynior wrong;
(Thus Skirnir answer’d with persuasive tongue)
Pride, arrogance prevail amongst mankind,
But in a Disa’s soul ne’er harbour find.
The features grand that mark the gods on high
Are virtue, wisdom, and simplicity,