So after all this sorrow—
’tis truth—she did abide
Until the fourth year’s halving
from when her husband died;
Nor all this time ’twixt Gunther
and her did speech arise,
Nor did she once on Hagen,
her enemy, set eyes.
So after all this sorrow—
’tis truth—she did abide
Until the fourth year’s halving
from when her husband died;
Nor all this time ’twixt Gunther
and her did speech arise,
Nor did she once on Hagen,
her enemy, set eyes.