And next the helpless infants sought
Who perish’d on that fatal night;
And bearing them to Folkvang’s height,
He bless’d them all in Freya’s name,
And chang’d to Alfs they straight became.
Now wings upon their shoulders grew,
And ’midst delights so strange and new,
Meeting again, assembled there
In Freya’s grove, their parents dear,
They sport and play the trees beneath,