No diff’rence of opinion now excites ye; true, ye breathe,
But spiritless and dull your life; ’tis the repose of death.”
In such reflections Loptur from sorrow sought relief,
And often gazed he wistful upon Yggdrassil’s leaf.
“Could I,” thought he, “of Asa-Thor the pardon once obtain,
The favour of the other gods ’twere easy to regain.”
Thus Lok amidst the grove of pines pensive and restless stray’d;
His silence deep at length he broke: “I have it now,” he said;
For Thor his hammer I’ll procure; I think, upon my life,
To get his hammer back again he’d give away his wife.”