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As Snæbjorn sang:
- They say nine brides of skerries
- Swiftly move the Sea-Churn
- Of Grótti's Island-Flour-Bin
- Beyond the Earth's last outskirt,—
- They who long the corny ale ground
- Of Amlódí; the Giver
- Of Rings now cuts with ship's beak
- The Abiding-Place of boat-sides.
Here the sea is called Amlódi's Churn.
As Einarr Skúlason sang:
- The sturdy drive-nails weaken
- In the swift swirl, where paleth
- Rakni's Heaving Plain: wind
- Puffs the reefs against the stays.
XXVI. "How should one periphrase the sun? By calling her Daughter of Mundilfari, Sister of the Moon, Wife of Glenr, Fire of Heaven and of the Air. Even as Skúli Thorsteinsson sang:
- Glenr's god-blithe Bed-Mate wadeth
- Into the Goddess's mansion
- With rays; then the good light cometh
- Of gray-sarked Máni downward.
Thus sang Einarr Skúlason:
- Whereso the lofty flickering
- Flame of the World's Hall swimmeth
- O'er our loved friend, who hateth
- And lavisheth the sea-gold.