The mountains a wide yawning entrance display!
But only half open the portal was found;
And a flame often flash’d through the darkness profound.
Black as jet, but streak’d with flame,
Thrymur to the portal came:
There the giant proud and strong
Tower’d amidst his vassal throng!
On his brows a diadem
Deck’d with many a brilliant gem.
Now he greets, with conscious pride,