CANTO XXVIII.
LOK’S TREACHERY.
The reader is requested, before he begins this Canto, to read the note.
In serpent’s form Lok fled away into the ocean blue;
All the fell monsters of the deep now met him full in view.
In order to avoid them, how dexterously he toils!
Now in a line deploys him, now rolls himself in coils!
The peasant standing on a cliff followed with curious eye
The course of Lok, as like the wind he swiftly glided by:
Fearing pursuers, up he swam as far as Lindernæs,
On Norway’s coast; and hid him there ’midst sea-weed, sand, and grass.