Poems by John Hay
page 48 of 144 (33%)
page 48 of 144 (33%)
|
Rings out the noonday chime,
Farewell! farewell forever, Sir Ernst of Edelsheim!" "Ah! not farewell forever!" The Ritter wildly cried, "I will be saved or lost with thee, My lovely Wili-Bride!" Loud from the lordly bell-tower Rang out the noon of day, And from the bower of roses A serpent slid away. But when the mid-watch moonlight Was shimmering through the grove, He clasped his bride thrice dowered With beauty and with love. The happiest of all lovers Was Ernst of Edelsheim-- His true love was a serpent Only half the time! My Castle in Spain There was never a castle seen |
|