Sally Gray (1810-1825)
“ THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. Along the banks of the dark rolling Danube, Fair Adelaid walk’d when the battle was o'er; O where hast thou wander’d my dearest lover? Where dost thou welter and bleed on the shore? The voice which I near, is it Henry that sigh'd! All mournfull she hasten'd, nor wander'd she far, When bleeding and low on the heath she espied, By the light of the moon, her poor wounded. Hussar. ”
