Thor poem

Here amid iceberg
Rule I the Nation;
This is my hammer,
Miolner the mighty;
Giant and sorcerer's
Cannot withstand it!

These are the gauntlet
Wherewith I weild it,
And hurt if afar off;
This is my gridle;
Whenever I brace it,
Strength is redoubled!

The light thou beholdest
Stream through the Haven
In flashes of crimson,
Is but my red beard
Blown by the night wind,
Affrighting the Nation!

Jove is my brother;
Mine eyes are the lightning;
The wheels of my chariot
Roll in the thunder,
The blows of my hammer
Ring in the earthquake!