FAIR Hedwig lay at the window, to see If pale Henry would chance to detect her; She said half aloud: "Why goodness me! "The man is as pale as a spectre!" With yearning pale Henry look'd above At her window, in hopes to detect her; Fair Hedwig now felt the torments of love, And she became pale as a spectre. Love-sick, now stood fair Hedwig all day At her window, lest he should reject her; But soon in pale Henry's arms she lay All night, at the time for a spectre. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 28 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH DER TAG: NELSON AND BEATTY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |