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Never were such draughts of mead
Before, to maiden’s share decreed.
Before, to maiden’s share decreed.
XXVI.
These words the two impostors shock;
Up rose the waiting woman Lok,
And rack’d her fancy to devise
Some speech to sooth the chief’s surprise.
Eight nights, she cry’d, we’ve posted here,
Nor tasted hospitable cheer:
So great was Freya’s wish to see
The Jotni sons, and sup with thee.
These words the two impostors shock;
Up rose the waiting woman Lok,
And rack’d her fancy to devise
Some speech to sooth the chief’s surprise.
Eight nights, she cry’d, we’ve posted here,
Nor tasted hospitable cheer:
So great was Freya’s wish to see
The Jotni sons, and sup with thee.
XXVII.
Thrim smil’d, and am’rously inclin’d,
Threw the veil of Thor behind;
Then starting sideways from his seat,
Affrighted, made a swift retreat.
Freya! he cries, ah! tell me why
Thou look’st at me so furiously:
For verily thine eye-balls stare
With most terrific fiery glare.
Thrim smil’d, and am’rously inclin’d,
Threw the veil of Thor behind;
Then starting sideways from his seat,
Affrighted, made a swift retreat.
Freya! he cries, ah! tell me why
Thou look’st at me so furiously:
For verily thine eye-balls stare
With most terrific fiery glare.
