“Then sweetly Volsung kissed her: ‘Woe am I for thy sake,
But Earth the word hath hearkened, that yet unborn I spake;
How I ne’er would turn me backward from the sword or fire of bale;
—I have held that word till to-day, and to-day shall I change the tale?
And look on these thy brethren, how goodly and great are they,
Wouldst thou have the maidens mock them, when this pain hath passed away
And they sit at the feast hereafter, that they feared the deadly stroke?
Let us do our day’s work deftly for the praise and glory of folk;
And if the Norns will have it that the Volsung kin shall fail,
Yet I know of the deed that dies not, and the name that shall ever avail.’”