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Rh White as a dove, with hair like golden floss, Eyes like on Alpine lake. The hauglity line Of brow imperial, high bridged nose, fine chin, Seemed like the shadow cast upon the wall, "Where Lady Schnetien stood.

Why hast thou ne'er Discovered her to Schnetzen? He was my friend. I shared with him thirst, hnnger, sword, and fire. But he became a courtier. When the Margrave Sent me his second challenge to the field, His messenger was Schnetzen ! 'Mongst his knights, The apple of hia eye was Henry Schnetzen. He was the hound that hunted me to death. He stood by Frederick's side when I was led. Bound, to the presence. I denounced him coward, He smote me on the cheek. Christ ! it stings yet. He hissed — " My liege, let Henry Nordmann hang! He is no knight, for he receives a blow. Nor dare avenge it ! " My gyved wrists moved not. No nerve twitched in my face, although I felt