The gods indulge in hearty laugh; Yggdrassil flouts the sky;
Its branches green wave o’er the roof of Valhall gloriously.
Balder, Forsete, Mimer were absent from the Ting,
And mightily this favour’d Lok’s project. Drupner ring
On Odin’s finger dropp’d, indeed, on the grass others nine,
And fain, to its construction true, would warn its lord divine:
But the Asynior’s laughter gay banish’d from Odin’s breast
All scruples; so that Loptur’s guile he deem’d a harmless jest.
Thor did indeed remonstrate: “How? as female, Thor appear?
Unheard of! ne’er can I consent the female garb to wear.”