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VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS.
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Then spake Gudrun,
Giuki’s daughter—
“Such was my Sigurd
Among the sons of Giuki,
As is the king leek
O’er the low grass waxing,
Or a bright stone
Strung on band,
Or a pearl of price
On a prince’s brow.

Once was I counted
By the king’s warriors
Higher than any
Of Herjan’s mays;
Now am I as little
As the leaf may be,
Amid wind-swept wood
Now when dead he lieth.

I miss from my seat,
I miss from my bed,
My darling of sweet speech.
Wrought the sons of Giuki,
Wrought the sons of Giuki,
This sore sorrow,
Yea, for their sister,
Most sore sorrow.

So may your lands
Lie waste on all sides,
As ye have broken
Your bounden oaths!