The wolf, whose eye-balls vomit fire.
Now to a burst of laughter wild
The god gave vent, which Hlidskialf fill’d
With terror; then the hall he left,
And bang’d the door, with fury chaf’d.
He doffs his helmet; through the air
Shines, meteor-like, his streaming hair!
He mounts his car; through heaven he rolls,
And awful thunders shake the poles.
Down on the earth all night he threw