And the Dwarfs they fled to their grots again,
And Skirnir vaulted on high.
Now Bifrost appears with its brilliant sheen;
(The birds on the trees sing sweet)
Its tints enliven the sky serene
The returning chief to greet.
Like a bird in spring brave Skirnir flew
(On the flow’rets the dew-drops shine)
And Valhall anew much he joy’d to view,
And partake of Sâhrimner’s chine.