Chapter 62

KRIEMHILD.

Oh, had I only told it him! Oh, my beloved, no woman host thou known, I see it now! Else nevermore hadst thou Unto a trembling girl who doth betray Herself through fear, intrusted such a secret. Still do I hear the playful whispered words With which thou told'st it to me when I praised The dragon's death. And then I made thee swear To tell no other soul in all the world, And now--Oh birds that circle overhead, Oh snow white doves that fly about me now, Take pity on me, warn him, fly to him!

[_Exit_.]