And said Gudrun, “Son of the Volsungs, methinks thou has ta’en too much.”
Then up rose the King of Men-folk, and vowed he had drunk no ale;
And that was the story of Sigurd—lo!—that was the Volsung tale!
The Motto.
By R.B.
A Motto! Just a catch-word such as lies
Betwixt Imprimis and the colophon;
French mot, Italian motto: for the rest
Latin mutire. Body o’ me—the Greek
Gives muthos. So this poem I write and leave