To look into the basin standing nigh,
And contemplate the much-lov’d form of Frey.
At length the gentle Siofna, who unseen
’Midst Gerda’s train had enter’d, and the scene
Had witness’d, felt compassion for the maid,
And waved her poppy garland o’er her head:
She closed her eyelids with her magic art.
And sent delightful dreams to gladden Gerda’s heart.
