With stately steps approaching to the deep
The hardy hero swims the liquid tide:
With joy he finds the dragon fast asleep,
Then pulls the fruit, and comes in safety back;
Then with a cheerful countenance, and gay,
He gives the present to the hands of Mey.
“Well have you done to bring me of this fruit;
But greater signs of prowess must you give:
Go pull the tree entirely by the root,
And bring it hither, or I cease to live.”