And the chant of the priests rose upward, and the requiem’s solemn swell.
And thitherward King Gunther and all his liegemen came.
Yea, Hagen the grim mid the mourners stood—and had no shame!
And the King said: “Sister belovèd, alas for thy sore distress!
Alas for the heavy affliction that toucheth us no less!
We too for the death of Siegfried must evermore lament.”
“Wrongly ye do!” cried the Lady from a heart with anguish rent.
“If ye hereby were afflicted, it had never befallen so!
Nay, me had ye wholly forgotten, and this full well I know,
In the hour when thus I was severed from my lord, my love, my one!