“The best of scarlet thou shalt don,
And ride a noble horse upon.”
“I will faithfully by thee stand,
Until in safety we gain the land.”
Answers Sir Thor in the hold as he lies:
“Many suffer yet promise not in that guise.
“And many as brilliant promises give,
Yet never perform them whilst they live.”
“Climb, little boy, on the mast so high,
And see if to land we are drawing nigh.
“But whether thou steppest aft or afore,
Step not, I pray, on my bridegroom Thor.”
“O lady, no more of the land I see
Than the topmost bough of the good pine tree.
“No more of the pomp of the world can I
Than just the top of the oak espy.”
“If the top of a tree salute thine eyes,
’Tis time to bid my bridegroom rise.
“Sir Thor, arise, and stand on the prow,
The Lord to the haven brings us now.”