And as he sang further:
The Sea-Glow each day standeth
O’er the Crucible’s white Snow-Drift,
And the shield, ships’ cheeks protecting,
Shelters a heart most lavish;
Ne’er can one melt the silver
Flagon-Snow in the Fire-Flame
Of the Eel’s Stream-Road; the Feller
Of Hosts all feats performeth.