Hide these, and I
Withdraw my praise.
HAGEN
In summer's full-ripened glory
Blooms the Gibich stock,
Thou, Gunther, still unwived,
Thou, Gutrun', still unwed.
GUNTHER
Whom wouldst thou have me woo,
To win more wide renown?
HAGEN
One I know of,
None nobler in the world.
She dwells on soaring rocks,
Her chamber is circled by fire;
And he who would Brünnhild' woo
Must break through the daunting flame.
GUNTHER
Suffices my strength for the task?