From the hearts of many children of the wild the life was riven,
While hoped full many a hunter that unto him should be given
The chiefest prize of woodcraft; but such might ne’er have been
While yet beside the camp-fire Siegfried the mighty was seen.
By now came the hunt to an ending, but not so wholly so,
But that still were the hunters bringing to the light of the camp-fire’s glow
Fells full many of wild things, and of venison good store:—
How busy now were the henchmen as the flesh to the spits they bore!
Then gave the King commandment that the hunters princely-born
Unto the supper be bidden: one long blast on the horn