Thor then, with face as white as meal, and cheek as red as blood,
Will lose his shaggy beard, ’tis true, but not his hardihood.
Let the famed necklace Brising about his neck be wound;
There in exchange for Miölner a bride at once is found!
Before his bosom two round stones we’ll fix within his vest,
And there, in outward form at least, appears a woman’s breast!
And these when wrapp’d in scarlet cloth, at the bare sight will fill
With sulphur all the giant’s veins, and cause his blood to thrill.
A bonnet with a long white veil to grace his brows were meet;
And bunch of keys, tied to his waist, the bridal dress complete.