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VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS.
117
Never met I
Better master
Or mistress worser
In all the wide world.”
Better master
Or mistress worser
In all the wide world.”
Naught gat Gudrun
Of wail or greeting,
So heavy was she
For her dead husband,
So dreadful-hearted
For the King laid dead there.
Of wail or greeting,
So heavy was she
For her dead husband,
So dreadful-hearted
For the King laid dead there.
Then spake Gullrond,
Guiki’s daughter—
“O foster-mother,
Wise as thou mayst be,
Naught canst thou better
The young wife’s bale.”
And she bade uncover
The dead King’s corpse.
Guiki’s daughter—
“O foster-mother,
Wise as thou mayst be,
Naught canst thou better
The young wife’s bale.”
And she bade uncover
The dead King’s corpse.
She swept the sheet
Away from Sigurd,
And turned his cheek
Towards his wife’s knees—
“Look on thy loved one
Lay lips to his lips,
E’en as thou wert clinging
To thy king alive yet!”
Away from Sigurd,
And turned his cheek
Towards his wife’s knees—
“Look on thy loved one
Lay lips to his lips,
E’en as thou wert clinging
To thy king alive yet!”
Once looked Gudrun—
One look only,
One look only,
