Yea, I tell thee this of a surety, a mighty king is he,
And I give him my comely sister with a glad heart and free.”
Yet, how pleaded the King soever, she sat with lowering eyes.
But by this from the banquet-table doth many a good knight rise,
And they clash so hotly in tourney that the courts of the castle ring.
—But amidst of his guests for the host-king time traileth a broken wing.
“By the side of my love, my fair one,” he thought, “how sweet to lie!”
His heart to the dream was captive, he could not thrust it by,
The dream of her lovingkindness, and all the joy thereof.
And ever on Lady Brunhild he glanced with eyes of love.