And much it joys Valhalla’s peers
To greet Hler Ægir’s friendly dome.
Like clouds which shooting through the sky
Rush eager towards the wave’s embrace,
Thus lightly did Skidbladner fly,
Its name well suits its worth to trace.
The anchor’s tooth now bit the ground:
The sun its parting radiance shed.
A troop of Mermaids towards them sped,
And sportive swam the bark around: