Loki...
Amongst bright Asgard's lords
Is one, As-Loptur hight:
Like honey are his words,
His heart is foul with spite,
His form is passing faire,
And winning is his mien,
But, still, his guileful leer
Shews all is false within.
Though, oft, his traitorous wiles
the Aser's ire provoke,
his smooth tongue, still; beguiles,
And stops th' impending stroke:
Oft, cited to appear,
He cowers the Ash before,
At Odin's table near
His place to Asa-Thor.
From Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger (1779-1850)
