What marvel should those lines relax awhile
To a Saturnian smile?
Splendid old Sword-smith, Wieland of our day,
Bestwielder of the matchless steel you made,
This "Sword of Honour" is but baby play
Compared with that tremendous Balsung-blade
Forged by the mightiest master of his trade
Since the great Norseman wrought,
For the fierce battle-field where Titans fought.
What may the shouting young Amilias know