In th’ hollow of her hand she caught the wave
To cool her purple cheek, her front to lave;
But when she view’d the image bright of Frey
Reflected in the wave, a piercing cry
She gave, and started back with fear assail’d;
Then blushing, cross-ways o’er her bosom held
Her arms, and catching up her robe in haste,
Around her beauteous body wound it fast.
But soon to admiration changed her fear,
And to her mind the stratagem was clear.