Is white; a golden crest gleams on his helm:
With Gugner[103] arm’d he rushes on the wolf!
Alas! by Fenris’ jaws Valhalla’s lord
Is seiz’d and swallow’d up!—a morning ray
Of purple shines afar with glimm’ring light—
’Tis Odin’s blood.—Now Frigga in the sky
Is seen wringing her hands, with aspect pale:
She strives grave Vidar’s courage to excite:
Like whirlwind in the midst of vapour forth
She sends her son. Vidar no longer now