In armour all the gods can stand
Upon its deck with sword and helm,
And sail from bright Valhalla’s land
To plough the waves in Ægir’s realm.
And when the gods to brave the gale
No longer chuse for pleasure’s sake,
Then Gerda can this vessel take
And fold it up like silken veil.
Then lies it, free from tempest’s shocks,
In Gerda’s bosom (blissful coast!)