I saw her once upon the jut of rocky spur at Skagerak.
So fair she was, like snow-capped peaks
Above the height of Midgard's realm.
With hair as red as stormy skies of clouds
In morning's sunlit dawn.
I saw her once and then the gale
Had tossed the sea between our sight.
But I'll n'er forget that one keen glance
That pierced my heart with beauty's might,
That held our eyes in thunder light
Around the crag of Skagerak.