But in that stern warrior-onset no champion rode so well,
O noble Daughter of Princes, if the truth my tongue must tell,
As the princely stranger-hero, which came from the Netherland;—
O the marvels of battle-prowess that were wrought by Siegfried’s hand!
What deeds soever the champions achieved in the battle-play,
Even Dankwart and Hagen, and other of Gunther’s war-array—
Their glory, their prowess, were even as an idle wind should sing,
Set by the deeds of Siegfried, the son of Siegmund the King.
O yea, in the storm of battle full many a hero they slew:
But whoso essayed could never tell all the marvels through