Where Malstrom whirls with frightful sound
Into its gulf the eddying wave,
That gulf, from which ’tis vain to save,
Whiten’d with foam for leagues around:
There Eldir’s club to atoms breaks
Whatever falls to Ocean’s share;
There Ægir’s mill for ever clacks;
He grinds his wheat and barley there.
To Gerda’s father Asa-Frey
As present gave, we know full well,