Hér kallar hann ok skáldskapinn hrostabrim Alfǫður. Hávarðr halti kvað svá: (7,1) (2) Nú er jódraugum ægis arnar flaug — ok bauga, hygg ek at heimboð þiggi Hangagoðs — of vangi.
Here, moreover, he calls poesy the Song-Surf of Allfather. Hávardr the Halt sang thus: Now is the flight of eagles Over the field; the sailors Of the sea-horses hie them To the Hanged-God’s gifts and feasting.
