Flew to her chamber, curious to behold
The gift from Valhall brought by Skirnir bold.
Curling her lip, as maids are wont to do,
She thus exclaim’d with laugh contemptuous: “Now
I needs must view the wond’rous present given
By the enamour’d denizen of heaven.
What can it be? diamonds, or rubies bright,
Silver, or gold are common in my sight:
Such treasures in our spacious grots abound,
But in the skies, I trow, are seldom found.”