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LAMENT OF BRÜNHILDE
And submissive to his will,
With a rapture that betrays not,
Siegfried, I embrace thee still,
And the wrath of gods dismays not!
Ah, they pitied not my pain!
Merciless, they saw thee slain,—
Smiling though the cruel dart
Pierced my heart,—
But with glory none shall dim
Thou hast passed the dreaded portal,
And I bless the will of Him
Who, in anger, made me mortal!
I shall rest, when Odin, late,
Mourns forlorn Brünhilde's fate:
Mourns her truth, dishonor made—
Faith betrayed;
For the Nornen ne'er forget;
In their awful hands they hold him,
And as my spent sun shall set;
Glooms eternal shall infold him.
Changeless guardians who keep
Watch and ward, shall give me sleep,
