"The moon of her brow, it is beaming
'Neath the bright-litten heaven of her forehead:
So she gleams in her white robe, and gazes
With a glance that is keen as the falcon's.
But the star that is shining upon me
What spell shall it work by its witchcraft?
Ah, that moon of her brow shall be mighty
With mischief to her -- and to me?"

Said Tosti, "She is fairly staring at thee!" -- And he answered:
--

(4)
"She's a ring-bedight oak of the ale-cup,
And her eyes never left me unhaunted.
The strife in my heart I could hide not,
For I hold myself bound in her bondage.
O gay in her necklet, and gainer
In the game that wins hearts on her chessboard, --
When she looked at me long from the doorway
Where the likeness of Hagbard is carved."

Then the girls went into the hall, and sat down. He heard what
they said about his looks, -- the maid, that he was black and
ugly, and Steingerd, that he was handsome and everyway as best
could be, -- "There is only one blemish," said she, "his hair is
tufted on his forehead:" -- and he said: --

(5)
"One flaw in my features she noted