And so with fair leave-taking they launched on the northern main;
And the ancient land of her fathers the maid saw never again.
Still as they voyaged, joyance made music through all the way:
With manifold merry pastime they whiled the hours away.
They were wafted on to the outsea by a breeze that followed fast;
And so with mirth and laughter from land unto land they passed.
Yet not upon that voyage would she be King Gunther’s bride;
But his bliss awhile must tarry until the bridal-tide
In the Castle of Worms, at the stately marriage-festival,
When with joy they should come with their heroes unto Gunther’s royal hall.