Chusing sharp adder’s stings, he caused
His tongue to be belay’d withal.
With garland strange he deck’d his head,
His hair he twisted into horns;
Thereto he added sharpest thorns,
With dark-blue hemlock flowers bespread.
To Hlesey now his course he bent,
And there bold Finnafeng he slew,
Who strove his entrance to prevent
Among the jovial Ægir’s crew.