“It never need have happen’d
if real your sorrow were;
Me must ye have forgotten—
that may I well aver—
When I was there bereft of
my own belovèd one.
I would to God,” said Kriemhild,
“it had to me been done!”
“It never need have happen’d
if real your sorrow were;
Me must ye have forgotten—
that may I well aver—
When I was there bereft of
my own belovèd one.
I would to God,” said Kriemhild,
“it had to me been done!”