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things of uttermost worth;
'Neath the fair-dight benches I laid them and the carven work of the hall;
I was wise, as the handmaid arising ere the sun hath litten the wall,
When the brands on the hearth she lighteth that her work betimes she may win,
That her hand may toil unchidden, and her day with praise begin.
—Begin, O day of Atli! O ancient sun, arise,
With the light that I loved aforetime, with the light that blessed mine eyes,
When I woke and looked on Sigurd, and he rose on the world and shone!
And we twain in the world together! and I dwelt with Sigurd alone."
'Neath the fair-dight benches I laid them and the carven work of the hall;
I was wise, as the handmaid arising ere the sun hath litten the wall,
When the brands on the hearth she lighteth that her work betimes she may win,
That her hand may toil unchidden, and her day with praise begin.
—Begin, O day of Atli! O ancient sun, arise,
With the light that I loved aforetime, with the light that blessed mine eyes,
When I woke and looked on Sigurd, and he rose on the world and shone!
And we twain in the world together! and I dwelt with Sigurd alone."
She spake; and the sun clomb over the Eastland mountains' rim
And shone through the door of Atli and the smoky hall and dim,
But the fire roared up against him, and the smoke-cloud rolled aloof,
And back and down from the timbers, and the carven work of the roof;
There the ancient trees were crackling as the red flames shot aloft
From the heart of the gathering smoke-cloud; there the far-fetched hangings soft,
The gold and the sea-born purple, shrank up in a moment of space,
And the walls of Atli trembled, and the ancient golden place.
And shone through the door of Atli and the smoky hall and dim,
But the fire roared up against him, and the smoke-cloud rolled aloof,
And back and down from the timbers, and the carven work of the roof;
There the ancient trees were crackling as the red flames shot aloft
From the heart of the gathering smoke-cloud; there the far-fetched hangings soft,
The gold and the sea-born purple, shrank up in a moment of space,
And the walls of Atli trembled, and the ancient golden place.
But the wine-drenched earls were awaking, and the sleep-dazed warriors stirred,
And the light of their dawning was dreadful; wild voice of the day they heard,
And they knew not where they were gotten, and their hearts were smitten with dread,
And they deemed that their house was fallen to the innermost place of the dead,
The hall for the traitors builded, the house of the changeless plain;
[Pg 344]They cried, and their tongues were confounded, and none gave answer again:
They rushed, and came nowhither; each man beheld his foe,
And smote as the hopeless and dying, nor brother brother might know,
The sons of one mother's sorrow in the fire-blast strove and smote,
And the sword of the first-begotten was thrust in the father's throat,
And the father hewed at his stripling; the thrall at the war-king cried,
And mocked the face of the mighty in that house of Atli's pride.
And the light of their dawning was dreadful; wild voice of the day they heard,
And they knew not where they were gotten, and their hearts were smitten with dread,
And they deemed that their house was fallen to the innermost place of the dead,
The hall for the traitors builded, the house of the changeless plain;
[Pg 344]They cried, and their tongues were confounded, and none gave answer again:
They rushed, and came nowhither; each man beheld his foe,
And smote as the hopeless and dying, nor brother brother might know,
The sons of one mother's sorrow in the fire-blast strove and smote,
And the sword of the first-begotten was thrust in the father's throat,
And the father hewed at his stripling; the thrall at the war-king cried,
And mocked the face of the mighty in that house of Atli's pride.
There Gudrun stood o'er the turmoil; there stood the Niblung child;
As the battle-horn is dreadful, as the winter wind is wild,
So dread and shrill was her crying and the cry none heeded or heard,
As she shook the sword in the Eastland, and spake the hidden word:
As the battle-horn is dreadful, as the winter wind is wild,
So dread and shrill was her crying and the cry none heeded or heard,
As she shook the sword in the Eastland, and spake the hidden word:
"The brand for the flesh of the people, and the sword for the King of the world!"
Then adown the hall and the smoke-cloud the half-slaked torch she hurled
And strode to the chamber of Atli, white-fluttering mid the smoke;
But their eyen met in the doorway and he knew the hand and the stroke,
And shrank aback before her; and no hand might he upraise,
There was nought in his heart but anguish in that end of Atli's days.
Then adown the hall and the smoke-cloud the half-slaked torch she hurled
And strode to the chamber of Atli, white-fluttering mid the smoke;
But their eyen met in the doorway and he knew the hand and the stroke,
And shrank aback before her; and no hand might he upraise,
There was nought in his heart but anguish in that end of Atli's days.
But she towered aloft before him, and cried in Atli's home:
"Lo, lo, the day-light, Atli, and the last foe overcome!"
And with all the might of the Niblungs she thrust him through and fled,
And the flame was fleet behind her and hung o'er the face of the dead.
"Lo, lo, the day-light, Atli, and the last foe overcome!"
And with all the might of the Niblungs she thrust him through and fled,
And the flame was fleet behind her and hung o'er the face of the dead.
There was none to hinder Gudrun, and the fire-blast scathed her nought,
For the ways of the Norns she wended, and her feet from the wrack they brought
Till free from the bane of the East-folk, the swift pursuing flame,
To the uttermost wall of Atli and the side of the sea she came:
She stood on the edge of the steep, and no child of man was there:
A light wind blew from the sea-flood and its waves were little and fair,
And gave back no sign of the burning, as in twinkling haste they ran,
[Pg 345]White-topped in the merry morning, to the walls and the havens of man.
For the ways of the Norns she wended, and her feet from the wrack they brought
Till free from the bane of the East-folk, the swift pursuing flame,
To the uttermost wall of Atli and the side of the sea she came:
She stood on the edge of the steep, and no child of man was there:
A light wind blew from the sea-flood and its waves were little and fair,
And gave back no sign of the burning, as in twinkling haste they ran,
[Pg 345]White-topped in the merry morning, to the walls and the havens of man.
Then Gudrun girded her raiment, on the edge of the steep she stood,
She looked o'er the shoreless water, and cried out o'er the measureless flood:
"O Sea, I stand before thee; and I who was Sigurd's wife!
By his brightness unforgotten I bid thee deliver my life
From the deeds and the longing of days, and the lack I have won of the earth,
And the wrong amended by wrong, and the bitter wrong of my birth!"
She looked o'er the shoreless water, and cried out o'er the measureless flood:
"O Sea, I stand before thee; and I who was Sigurd's wife!
By his brightness unforgotten I bid thee deliver my life
From the deeds and the longing of days, and the lack I have won of the earth,
And the wrong amended by wrong, and the bitter wrong of my birth!"
She hath spread out her arms as she spake it, and away from the earth she leapt,
And cut off her tide of returning; for the sea-waves over her swept,
And their will is her will henceforward; and who knoweth the deeps of the sea,
And the wealth of the bed of Gudrun, and the days that yet shall be?
And cut off her tide of returning; for the sea-waves over her swept,
And their will is her will henceforward; and who knoweth the deeps of the sea,
And the wealth of the bed of Gudrun, and the days that yet shall be?
Ye have heard of Sigurd aforetime, how the foes of God he slew;
How forth from the darksome desert the Gold of the Waters he drew;
How he wakened Love on the Mountain, and wakened Brynhild the Bright,
And dwelt upon Earth for a season, and shone in all men's sight.
Ye have heard of the Cloudy People, and the dimming of the day,
And the latter world's confusion, and Sigurd gone away;
Now ye know of the Need of the Niblungs and the end of broken troth,
All the death of kings and of kindreds and the sorrow of Odin the Goth.
How forth from the darksome desert the Gold of the Waters he drew;
How he wakened Love on the Mountain, and wakened Brynhild the Bright,
And dwelt upon Earth for a season, and shone in all men's sight.
Ye have heard of the Cloudy People, and the dimming of the day,
And the latter world's confusion, and Sigurd gone away;
Now ye know of the Need of the Niblungs and the end of broken troth,
All the death of kings and of kindreds and the sorrow of Odin the Goth.
THE END.
Transcriber's Notes
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Siggier the Goth-king
Siggeir the Goth-king
7
he said: O Guest, begin;
he said: "O Guest, begin;
17
to meet his guests by the way.
to meet his guests by the way."
28
wend the ways of his fate."
wend the ways of his fate.'"
30
and said: What is it
and said: "What is it
42
Sinfioli's
Sinfiotli's
57
Sigmund's loins shall grow.'
Sigmund's loins shall grow."
64
waded the swathes of the sword
waded the swathes of the sword.
99
the blood of the Worm was mine
the blood of the Worm was mine.
128
and the Gods are yet but young.
and the Gods are yet but young."
140
All hail, O Day
"All hail, O Day
141
the Sting of the Sleepful Thorn!
the Sting of the Sleepful Thorn!'
143
I needs must speak thy speech.'
I needs must speak thy speech."
183
as the sun-beams hide the way
as the sun-beams hide the way.
189
God that is smitten nor smites
God that is smitten nor smites.
216
his worth with thy worth.'
his worth with thy worth."
237
'A witless lie is this;
"A witless lie is this;
257
lord of all creatures should die
lord of all creatures should die.
281
asembled
assembled
283
Now to day do we come
Now today do we come
293
called their king with me.'
called their king with me."
304
and they seem so gay and kind.
and they seem so gay and kind,
338
Lords of the East
Lords of the East?
The following words with and without hyphens are transcribed as in the text:
a-cold
acold
a-land
aland
all-wise
allwise
beshielded
be-shielded
daylight
day-light
Daylong
Day-long
doorway
door-way
downward
down-ward
evermore
ever-more
forecourt
fore-court
forefront
fore-front
foreordered
fore-ordered
foreshore
fore-shore
forthright
forth-right
fosterbrethren
foster-brethren
gemstones
gem-stones
godlike
god-like
goodwill
good-will
gravemound
grave-mound
greensward
green-sward
handmaid
hand-maid
harpstrings
harp-strings
heavyhearted
heavy-hearted
helpmate
help-mate
lealand
lea-land
leechcraft
leech-craft
lifedays
life-days
longships
long-ships
manchild
man-child
manlike
man-like
manfolk's
man-folk's
midnoon
mid-noon
moonlit
moon-lit
moonrise
moon-rise
noontide
noon-tide
O'ershort
O'er-short
oakwood
oak-wood
outbrake
out-brake
overworn
over-worn
sidelong
side-long
songcraft
song-craft
spearwood
spear-wood
springtide
spring-tide
storehouse
store-house
sunbeams
sun-beams
sunbright
sun-bright
sunlit
sun-lit
today
to-day
tonight
to-night
torchlight
torch-light
trothplight
troth-plight
upbuilded
up-builded
upheaveth
up-heaveth
upraised
up-raised
warfarings
war-farings
warflame
war-flame
wargear
war-gear
wildfire
wild-fire
woodways
wood-ways
yestereve
yester-eve
yestereven
yester-even
The following words with and without accented vowels are transcribed as in the text:
accursed
accursèd
assured
assurèd
beloved
belovèd
changed
changèd
crooked
crookèd
crowned
crownèd
heaped
heapèd
loved
lovèd
sheathed
sheathèd
Son
Sôn
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