 | Redwald |  |
Long—long did Edith at th' appointed time
Wait him, whose name stain'd with imputed crime
She hop'd to clear; his innocence to prove,
And once more hail him worthy of her love.
All day suspense disturb'd her fearful mind,
She watch'd each sound—and ev'ry rustling wind
She thought his step. At length the evening came,
And yet no tidings cheer'd her with his name.
Till weary'd out she sought the lonely shore,
To weep in secret, and her grief deplore;
Close by a rock by which she lov'd to lean,
And gaze upon the lovely moonlight scene,
Where oft' the waves, reflecting ev'ry ray,
Gleam'd as a thousand lights were dancing 'midst the spray.
Wait him, whose name stain'd with imputed crime
She hop'd to clear; his innocence to prove,
And once more hail him worthy of her love.
All day suspense disturb'd her fearful mind,
She watch'd each sound—and ev'ry rustling wind
She thought his step. At length the evening came,
And yet no tidings cheer'd her with his name.
Till weary'd out she sought the lonely shore,
To weep in secret, and her grief deplore;
Close by a rock by which she lov'd to lean,
And gaze upon the lovely moonlight scene,
Where oft' the waves, reflecting ev'ry ray,
Gleam'd as a thousand lights were dancing 'midst the spray.
| Redwald | |