In the woods to find | what the wolves had left;
Tears I had not, | nor wrung my hands, [[454]]
Nor wailing went, | as other women,
(When by Sigurth | slain I sat).
[12]. Never so black | had seemed the night
As when in sorrow | by Sigurth I sat;
The wolves . . . . | . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
[13]. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
Best of all | methought ’twould be