Must the Asar pass, before
They can reach the giant’s throne,
Shining in the vast saloon.
Each gem, like a princess so fine and so fair,
Graced the hall: sprightly Ruby, gay Emerald was there;
Mild Sapphire, and Diamond so regal in mien:
Their splendid tiaras enliven the scene.
Through the humid caverns, where
Sunbeam ne’er hath cheer’d the air,
Thor moves onward, free from dread,