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I must always lose what I love most,
Slay what my heart holds dearest,
- Basely betray
- All those who trust.
[His geſtures, at firſt those of terrible grief, end by expreſsing despair.
- Pale then and pass
- Glory and pomp,
- Godhead’s resplendent,
- Glittering shame!
- In ruins fall
- The fabric I built!
Ended is my work;
I wait but one thing more:
- The downfall——
- The downfall!
[He pauses thoughtfully.
- And for the downfall
- Schemes Alberich!
- Now I see
- The sense hidden
In the strange, wild words of the Wala:
“When the gloomy foe of love
Gets a son in his wrath,
- The high gods’ doom
- Shall be at hand!”
- Not long ago
- A rumour I heard
That the dwarf had won a woman,
By gold gaining her grace.
- A woman bears
- Hate’s bitter fruit;
- The child of spite
- Grows in her womb;
- This marvel befell
- The man who loved not;
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