Were fix’d; both breath’d a tender sigh,
And hied them to the shady grove
To revel in the joys of love.
On Thor now Odin cast a look;
Thor silent stood; then Odin spoke:
“This is too much! is’t then our doom
Brutal as giants to become?
O rueful act! what boots, my friend,
Courage by reason unrestrain’d?
Lost is thy hammer in the wave,