“Never man will I love hereafter, nor another husband wed!”
“Nay, Lady,” answered the Margrave, “is the word so wisely said?
Wherefore to sorrow’s blasting this glory of beauty ban,
When thou mayest become with honour the bride of a good true man?”
Yet nothing availed their pleading, till Rüdiger drew near,
And murmured a word in secret in the Lady Kriemhild’s ear
That for all the wrongs she had suffered should requital be made unto her.
Now sinketh the storm of her sorrow as the new thoughts inly stir.
Yet again to the Queen he whispered: “Let be thy mourning and moan;
For, though thou hadst mid the Hunfolk none save me alone,