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THE SONG OF ATLI.
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Howso little it quaketh
Laid here on the dish,
Yet far less it quaked
In the breast of him laid.
Laid here on the dish,
Yet far less it quaked
In the breast of him laid.
“So far mayst thou bide
From men’s eyen, O Atli,
As from that treasure
Thou shalt abide!
From men’s eyen, O Atli,
As from that treasure
Thou shalt abide!
“Behold in my heart
Is hidden for ever
That hoard of the Niblungs,
Now Hogni is dead.
Doubt threw me two ways
While the twain of us lived,
But all that is gone
Now I live on alone.
Is hidden for ever
That hoard of the Niblungs,
Now Hogni is dead.
Doubt threw me two ways
While the twain of us lived,
But all that is gone
Now I live on alone.
“The great Rhine shall rule
O’er the hate-raising treasure,
That gold of the Niblungs,
The seed of the gods:
In the weltering water
Shall that wealth lie a-gleaming,
Or it shine on the hands
Of the children of Huns!”
O’er the hate-raising treasure,
That gold of the Niblungs,
The seed of the gods:
In the weltering water
Shall that wealth lie a-gleaming,
Or it shine on the hands
Of the children of Huns!”
Then cried Atli,
King of the Hun-folk,
“Drive forth your wains now
The slave is fast bounden.”
King of the Hun-folk,
“Drive forth your wains now
The slave is fast bounden.”
