If I dared unto thine hand give it in presence of Kriemhild the Queen!—
Yet take it, O take it, Hagen, and grip it thou with thine hand.
Ah, that thou mightest but bear it back to Burgundia-land!”
When that warrior noble-hearted so freely gave his shield,
Red grew the eyes of heroes many, with hot tears filled.
That was his last gift—never again, till time shall end,
Will Rüdiger of Bechlaren give aught to guest or friend.
How stern soever was Hagen, and unused to the melting mood,
Yet thrilled with ruth was his spirit for the gift which the hero who stood
Now on the very grave-brink so freely gave unto him.