So they took up the burden of living, and a little they ceased to grieve.
(C) But lost unto all things Kriemhild in a deathlike swoon still lay
Through the hours of the day and the darkness, even till the second day.
Whatsoe’er in her ears they whispered, she knew not anything:
And no less stricken of sorrow lay grey-haired Siegmund the King.
(C) Scarce to the mind’s re-dawning he slowly won at the last:
From his limbs by reason of anguish all bodily strength had passed.
No marvel that weak was Siegmund! At last drew his liegemen near,
Saying: “Lord, let us fare hence homeward: boots not that we linger here!”