Mine! Yet I did not know where we should be,
[Illustration: Schnorr von Carolsfeld KRIEMHILD FINDS THE SLAIN
SIEGFRIED]
And sent the wine to Spessart, where it seems
There are no thirsty men.
SIEGFRIED.
Give thanks who will!
But have we then no water? Must a man
Be satisfied with evening dew, and lap
The drops from off the leaves?
HAGEN.
But hold thy tongue!
Thine ear will bring thee comfort!
SIEGFRIED (listens).
Hark, a spring!
Oh welcome stream! 'Tis true I love thee more
When thou, instead of welling from the stone
So suddenly and rushing to my mouth,
Thy winding way pursuest through the grape;
For from thy journey many things thou bring'st,
That fill our heads with foolish gaiety.
Yet even so be praised.
[He goes to the spring.]