But the blood from her mouth came bursting in her heart’s fierce agony—
“O nay, it is Siegfried, Siegfried, my lord, my belovèd one!
Brunhild hath plotted the murder, and Hagen the deed hath done!”
Then forth did her handmaids lead her, where lay the hero dead;
And the wife’s white hands uplifted the husband’s comely head.
Albeit with blood all crimsoned, he was known of love’s keen sight.
There lay the Niblung hero in lamentable plight.
Then the cry of a queen’s heart-anguish through the shadowy palace pealed
“Woe for my bitter affliction!—behold, how lieth thy shield
With swords unbacked! O Siegfried, thee did a murderer smite!