Nought else upon earth had he longed for, whose soul had won to its bliss.
Whensoe’er in the castle-courtyard he chanced mid the knights to stand,
As amidst of their gallant pastime they are wont in every land,
How winsome then and how graceful he stood, Queen Siegelind’s child!
Ah, the heart of many a maiden unwares was love-beguiled.
But he, he was thinking, thinking, “Shall the day-dawn ever arise
In mine heart?—shall the Queen of women be ever beheld of mine eyes,
The love of my soul, my darling, my dream of long agone?
She is far from me, far; and with anguish of spirit I muse thereon!”
Whensoe’er those mighty war-kings rode through Burgundia-land,