Shining with reflection blue:
Then he raised his stature up
To the very cavern’s top:
Roll’d his eye-balls flashing flame!
Red, blood-red his cheek became!
The head-dress and veil from his helmet drop down;
Indignant he tore from his body the gown:
With the beard on his chin, and the scars on his breast,
The broad-shoulder’d champion as Thor stood confest!
Berserk fury in his eye,