... morning by the night-tide framed about, And the long-stored love of her bosom from her eyes is leaping out. But how fair is Sigurd the King that beside her beauty goes! How lovely is he shapen, how great his stature shows! How kind is the clasping right-hand, that hath smitten the battle acold! How kind are the awful eyen that no foeman durst behold! How sweet are the lips unsmiling, and the brow as the open day! What man can behold and believe it, that his life shall pass away? So he standeth proud by the high-seat, and the sun through ... — The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
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