But when the shark was slain by Tyr,
She then dispatch’d a monstrous whale.
Foaming it roll’d impetuous by,
So vast, it seem’d an isle broke loose!
It snorted loud, while from its nose
A wat’ry column spouted high.
But Heimdal lo! for sport in haste
Athwart the wat’ry column flew;
Then brilliant shone, as through he past,
A band of seven-colour’d hue!