 | Redwald |  |
Pale as the light around, so soft and still,
Was Edith's cheek—her breast as marble chill;
A shiv'ring horror seiz'd her shrinking frame—
How could she breathe her still lov'd Redwald's name,
Oh! could she give him up to death and shame?
Was Edith's cheek—her breast as marble chill;
A shiv'ring horror seiz'd her shrinking frame—
How could she breathe her still lov'd Redwald's name,
Oh! could she give him up to death and shame?
| Redwald | |