October, 1911.

THE LAY OF THE NIBELUNG MEN

I.
Of Kriemhild, and of her Dream

Many a marvellous story have the ancient singers told

Of heroes and their glory and their travail manifold,

Of great feasts splendour-flashing that with weeping and wailing ended,

Of the thunder of war-waves clashing—in the Lay shall ye hear all blended.

In the Land Burgundian nurtured was a maiden princely of birth;

Though ye searched, ye should find none fairer to the uttermost ends of the earth;

And her name far-sung was Kriemhild, she was sweeter than speech may tell.