Wheresoever a strong young warrior high-born longed sore for the day
That should bring to him knighthood’s golden spurs, all such bade they
To come to the land of Siegmund, to Siegfried’s festal tide,
To be girt with the sword of knighthood, standing by Siegfried’s side.
Long shall men sing of the wonder of that crown of festal days,
How Siegmund and Siegelind won them the treasure-giver’s praise
For the gifts of cost uncounted that they gave with stintless hand,
How the rumour thereof drew strangers from afar into Siegmund’s land.
Came thither squires four hundred in knighthood’s vesture to be
Arrayed with the young prince Siegfried; and maidens comely to see