How gently sail’d the bark along,
As on a river; ne’er it lurch’d
Nor plunged: upon the boom was perch’d
Heimdaller; Bragur tuned his song;
Niord waves the standard high in air;
Like subtlest dust ascends the spray:
An awning, framed by Frigga’s care
Of oak leaves, veil’d the solar ray.
Their temples wreaths of flowers adorn;
Nor did there lack amusement good,