And the love of the true and faithful herein was of all men seen
That on to the end she mourned him, long as endured her life,
Till that great vengeance for Siegfried was wreaked at last by the wife.
So sat she sorrow-shrouded—truth is it the minstrel saith—
On till the fourth year’s dawning after her dear lord’s death;
And never a word unto Gunther her lips had uttered yet,
Never her eyes upon Hagen her mortal foe had she set.
Then Hagen spake unto Gunther: “If haply this might be done
That thou so couldst appease thy sister that again ye were set at one,
Then the gold of the Hoard of the Niblungs might unto thy kingdom be brought: