By the side of Siegfried seated; and from weeping she could not refrain,
So that adown her fair cheeks fast did the hot tears rain.
Then spake the Lord of Rhineland: “What aileth thee, lady mine,
That thou drawest a cloud of grieving o’er the brightness of thine eyne?
Thou shouldst rather be heart-uplifted, for bowed in subjection to thee
This day are my land and my castles and all her chivalry.”
“Nay, I do well to be weeping,” unto him did the maid-queen say;
“My heart for the sake of thy sister is in bitterness this day,
That I see her beside one sitting who is nought but thy vassal, thy thrall!
Well may I weep unceasing that she unto this should fall.”