(The golden-bitted; | I shall greet him never.)
[a]36]. “Such the fear | that Helgi’s foes
Ever felt, | and all their kin,
As makes the goats | with terror mad
Run from the wolf | among the rocks.
[37]. “Helgi rose | above heroes all
Like the lofty ash | above lowly thorns,
Or the noble stag, | with dew besprinkled,
Bearing his head | above all beasts,
(And his horns gleam bright | to heaven itself.)”