On those banks the angry nations gathered them of old,
Northern hordes and Southern legions joined their battles
bold,
Till the dark, cold waves were flowing red and warm with
blood —
Hideous Hun and haughty Roman, how they choked the
crimson flood !
There, the sweet old rhymers tell us, Etzel held his court,
When he made, at Kriemhild's suing, feast for high disport,
Bidding fair her royal brothers from the distant Rhine —
Ah ! ill-fated Nibelungen, wherefore did ye not divine
That an injured, vengeful woman, — though her message fell
Loving as became a sister — could not mean you well !
All in vain the pitying mermaids warned them hence
to fly −
There, betrayed, the homelorn heroes died as heroes still
should die !
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