Survey’d the darling choice of Frey,
As full in Asgard’s view she came,
Vanish’d at once each latent flame
Of envy, sullenness, and pride,
And all admired the graceful bride.
Her glossy ringlets ebon dark
A contrast not unpleasing mark
With the bright locks of golden hue,
Which down the Disar’s shoulders flow.
They welcome her with tones of love,