On its top, in snow-white sheen,
Heimdal at his post was seen.
On the charmed belt the dagger hath no power;
The star of Jotunheim ’gan to lour;
But now, in Asgard’s evil hour,
When all his efforts foiled tall Hymer saw,
Wading to the serpent’s maw,
On the kedge he ’gan to saw.
The Sun, dismayed, hastened in clouds to hide,
Heimdal turned his head aside;