Upon the magic belt straight ’gan to file;
Thor in bitter scorn to smile;
Mjolner swang in air the while.
In the worm’s front full two-score leagues it fell;
From Gimle to the realms of hell
Echoed Jormungander’s yell.
The ocean yawned; Thor’s lightnings rent the sky;
Through the storm, the great sun’s eye
Looked out on the fight from high.
Bifrost i’ th’ east shone forth in brightest green;