"Was she long—Did she come?"... By that postern we
Like shadows lurked. Said my lord Sir Hugh:
"Yon tower, remember!—that casement, see!—
When a stealthy light in its slit burns blue
And signals thrice slowly, thus—'tis she."
And about his person his gaberdine drew,
For the wind it hugged and the snow beat thro'.
Did she come?—We had watched for an hour or twain
Ere that light burned there in the central pane
And was flourished thrice and departed so.