Never in kindness or pity she stooped to the stricken again.

But the years stole on, till Kriemhild wrung her heart too with pain.

XIX.
How the Hoard of the Niblungs came to Worms

While sat the noble Kriemhild a watcher by Siegfried’s grave,

Eckwart, Lord of the Marches, unto her with his war-band clave,

In Burgundia-land abiding constrained by his fealty;

And aye for the dead with his mistress he mourned right bitterly.

At Worms hard by the minster they reared her a palace-hall

Wide and stately-builded, and royally-dight withal:

And there with her handmaids round her that joyless one abode,