thick-entangled

Updated: May 7, 2025

And all shall be revealed: now list my tale: 'Tis five months flown, my father yet controlled The land, and bowed our necks with iron sway; Little I knew but the wild joys of arms, And mimic warfare of the chase; One day, Long had we tracked the boar with zealous toil On yonder woody ridge: it chanced, pursuing A snow-white hind, far from your train I roved Amid the forest maze; the timid beast, Along the windings of the narrow vale, Through rocky cleft and thick-entangled brake, Flew onward, scarce a moment lost, nor distant Beyond a javelin's throw; nearer I came not, Nor took an aim; when through a garden's gate, Sudden she vanished: from my horse quick springing, I followed: lo! the poor scared creature lay Stretched at the feet of a young, beauteous nun, That strove with fond caress of her fair hands To still its throbbing heart: wondering, I gazed; And motionless my spear, in act to strike, High poised while she, with her large piteous eyes For mercy sued and thus we stood in silence Regarding one another.

Friedrich Schiller - The Works of Frederich Schiller