But ever a lovely vision, a dream-face, haunted his breast;
And the eyes of his soul were yearning on an unbeholden face:
And she—her heart had received him, her lips low murmured his praise.
What time in the lists of the palace the good knights ran the course,
And the squires, and shivered the spear-shafts, ever on rider and horse
Unseen from the casement gazing was the daughter of kings, Kriemhild:
She craved none other pastime, in this was her joy fulfilled.
Had he known, had he known that she watched him, whom shrined in his heart he bore,
Content in those lists enchanted had he ridden evermore;
But ah, had his eyes but beheld her!—I know of a surety this,