Bent their lovely heads in death,

For from out his icy nostrils

Came an all-destroying breath.—

At the mighty, stately forests

Angrily his teeth he gnashed,

With one mighty blow he felled them

And with chains the rivers lashed;

Ceased their laughter and their murmur,

Ceased their sweet life-giving flow.—

All the birds and beasts in terror

Fled, and knew not where to go;

Food they found not, and no shelter,

Dying were the mortals all,

And a slow relentless snow shroud

Draped the earth as with a pall.—

Death supreme reigned; loud the North Wind

Roared defiance to the gods!—

Birds and beasts and man in terror

Fled, and, dying, called the gods

To avenge their death and suffering,

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