And loll’d his tongue from his frothy mouth.
Then howl’d he forth in tones of spite:
“I will not thus be bound to-night:
Go thy way, artful Heimdal! go!
Methinks, it is not needful now
On such a cord my strength to use,
Thor, Frey, and Odin to amuse.
On bars of brass or iron they
Have seen me oft my strength display.
If forged by common art that cord,