Until the day beginneth, O heroes battle-keen:
Then help me to lay in a coffin the man beloved of me.”
Answered the thanes: “Dear Lady, as thou wilt, so shall it be.”
The marvel of that lamentation, no man can tell it o’er,
How the wail of the knights and the maidens, like the stormy tempest-roar,
Shrieked through the shuddering city till all her people heard,
And thitherward hasted the burghers, a great throng terror-stirred.
They joined to the guests’ their wailing, they grieved for the glory gone.
Wherein had Siegfried offended, unto no man was it known:
Nay, none could divine cause wherefore the good knight lost his life.