All in the old sweet fashion he gathered her unto his breast:
The erstwhile shame and the anger are for ever laid to rest.
As Love the Overcomer prevailed, her cheek waxed wan—
There is no more Brunhild the Maiden, and her might as a dream is gone!
O yea, she is now no stronger than any woman beside!
He poured out his love upon her, he cherished his winsome bride.
Ay, though she now should withstand him, what were her strength made frail?
Unto Gunther is victory given by Love who is strong to prevail.
Ah, in what lovingkindness the knight and the lady lay
Through the glory-litten darkness till the shadows fled away!