Towards Trudvang’s gate he bent his way;
There Sif receiv’d him in her arms,
And strove to sooth his wild alarms.
The goddess well knew how t’assuage
With bland caress his utmost rage;
She knew his wrath would soon be o’er,
And tenderness resume its power.
Then smiled the earth with tears of dew,
Such as an infant’s face bedew,
Whose father too much wrath has shown