Each separate feature of her lover’s face;
O’erlooking, while each beauty glads her heart,
In favour of the whole, each faulty part.
But here must Gerda search for faults in vain;
Perfect was Frey; without one flaw or stain
His form; a god, a prince amongst the Asar train.
Now vanish’d all her pride; she now became
Soft as a dove, and gentle as a lamb:
Now slides her ’kerchief from her ivory neck;
The air was warm; no fears her passion check.