Mix’d with severity, restrain’d her wrath.
“Sad tidings have I to announce to thee,
O Thor!” thus she began; “for thou hast soil’d
Thy honour: Lok hath taught thee how to sin.
But for a short time longer shalt thou bear
Thy Miölner: sore it grieves me to announce
Thy fall, O Thor! for thou art good and brave,
And dear to me for aye will be thy name.
But the whole Ocean cannot wash away
The rust that stains thy shield; then listen now