And loves on deer-borne car to ride
With barren Darkness by his side,
Round the shore where loud Lofoden
Whirls to death the roaring whale,
Round the hall where Runic Oden
Howls his war song to the gale;
Save when a-down the ravaged globe
He travels on his native storm,
Deflowering Nature's grassy robe,
And trampling on her faded form: