It joys with diamond-pointed pole
To trace runes on the placid sea.
The surf each time reveal’d his joy,
When he behind the rushes prest
(Far from his scolding wife’s annoy)
A billow to his ardent breast.
On Frey and Gerda oft he smiled:
Much did his heart the vision charm
Of the fair couple arm in arm
Indulging in love’s transports wild.