And their maidens came to land,
And the four passed down the strand.
(Patient still was Wêland-Smith.)
Then the youngest of the brood,
(Ay, and fairest, Wêland-Smith!)
Then the fairest of the brood
Spoke to him from where she stood:
"Brown young Smith, your eyes are good—
Spare my immortal maidenhood."
But the swan-girl's melting mood