To the skies 'tis quickly sped,
Now the wounded monster diving,
Roaring seeks his miry bed.
Fridthjof's giant strength then casteth
Lances at the goblins bold,
One in Ice-bear's bosom fasteneth,
One Storm-eagle's breast doth hold.

"Bravely done, Ellide!
Not so quickly riseth
Helge's magic dragon
Up from out the mire.

Ham and Heyd no longer
Rule the sea together;
Bitter is it biting
'Gainst the dark-blue steel."

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Quickly disappears
Storm from sea and land,
Gentle wavelet steers
Toward the nearing strand.

All at once the sun advances,
Like a king doth he unveil,
All enlivens, all entrances,
Ship and billow, mount and dale.
Last rays, gleaming now like amber,
Tops of cliff and forest bound,