Sighs from the rack and groans re-echo loud
The miseries of the earth: upon the bridge
Heimdaller perch’d blows fearfully his horn
To rouse all nature to th’ eternal strife;
While Jormundgardur lifts his head and hisses.
With vapours dark the rainbow, once so bright,
Becomes obscured: down ride the Asar: Bifrost
Breaks down with frightful crash: the sky sucks up
The vapour like a swamp: the heavens thus lose
Their brightest ornament; while Naglefare,