Long time it seemed to Gunther
ere he the maid did quell.
She grasp’d his hands so tightly,
that from each finger-nail
The blood burst from her pressure;—
sad pain the hero bore
Ere yet the noble maiden
he made for evermore
Long time it seemed to Gunther
ere he the maid did quell.
She grasp’d his hands so tightly,
that from each finger-nail
The blood burst from her pressure;—
sad pain the hero bore
Ere yet the noble maiden
he made for evermore