But nought shall they now behold them till the moon-lamp blazeth aloft. 
Farewell, and have thanks for thy welcome and thy glory that I have
seen,
And I bid thee come to the Niblungs while the summer-ways are green,
That we thine heart may gladden as thou gladdenedst ours today.”

And she rose and kissed her sweetly as one that wendeth away: 
But Brynhild looked upon her and said:  “Wilt thou depart,
And leave the word unspoken that lieth on thine heart?”

    Then Gudrun faltered and spake:  “Yea, hither I came in sooth,
    With a dream for thine eyes of wisdom, and a prayer for thine heart
      of ruth: 
    But young in the world am I waxen, and the scorn of folk I fear
    When I speak to the ears of the wise, and a maiden’s dream they hear.”

    “I shall mock thee nought,” said Brynhild; “yet who shall say indeed
    But my heart shall fear thee rather, nor help thee in thy need?”

    Then spake the daughter of Giuki:  “Lo, this was the dream I dreamed: 
    For without by the door of the Niblungs I sat in the morn, as meseemed;
    Then I saw a falcon aloft, and a glorious bird he was,
    And his feathers glowed as the gold, and his eyes as the sunlit glass: 
    Hither and thither he flew about the kingdoms of Kings,
    And fear was borne before him, and death went under his wings: 
    Yet I feared him not, but loved him, and mine eyes must follow his
      ways,
    And the joy came into my heart, and hope of the happy days: 
    Then over the hall of the Niblungs he hung a little space
    And stooped to my very knees, and cried out kind in my face;
    And fain and full was my heart, and I took him to my breast,
    And I cherished him soft and warm, for I deemed I had gotten the best.”

    So speaketh the Maid of the Niblungs, and speech her lips doth fail,
    And she gazeth on Brynhild’s visage, and seeth her waxen pale,
    As she saith:  “’Tis a dream full goodly, and nought hast thou to fear;
    Some glory of Kings shall love thee and thine heart shall hold him
      dear.”

    Again spake the daughter of Giuki:  “Not yet hast thou hearkened all: 
    For meseemed my breast was reddened, as oft by the purple and pall,
    But my heart was heavy within it, and I laid my hand thereon,
    And the purple of blood enwrapped me, and the falcon I loved was gone.”

    Yet pale was the visage of Brynhild, and she said:  “Is it then so
      strange
    That the wedding-lords of the Niblungs their lives in the battle
      should change? 
    Thou shalt wed a King and be merry, and then shall come the sword,
    And the edges of hate shall be whetted and shall slay thy love and
      thy lord,
    And dead on thy breast shall he fall:  and where then is the
      measureless moan? 
    From the first to the last shalt thou have him, and scarce shall he
      die alone. 
    Rejoice, O daughter of Giuki! there is worse in the world than this: 
    He shall die, and thou shalt remember the days of his glory and bliss.”