He seem’d a huge ill-omen’d fowl,
As o’er the rocks and plains he past.
“So! I have not invited been,
Among the rest, to Ægir’s isle:
And, though a god, am held too vile
To figure in that brilliant scene;
But Thor is absent, so ’tis said;
He wanders warring in the east:
Now I’ll mix gravel in their bread,
And spoil the glories of their feast.