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...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER GOD'S CHOSEN PEOPLE by JOEL BLAU PREFERENCE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE PIPPA PASSES by ROBERT BROWNING |