She little reck’d how fared he,
so she but softly lay:
He needs must stay there hanging
all night until the day—
Until the light of morning
athwart the lattice shone.
If e’er of strength he boasted,
that strength was well-nigh gone.
She little reck’d how fared he,
so she but softly lay:
He needs must stay there hanging
all night until the day—
Until the light of morning
athwart the lattice shone.
If e’er of strength he boasted,
that strength was well-nigh gone.