Took a last view, and went to weep apart.
And now his friends went slowly from the place,
Where she stood still, the dashing oar to trace,
Till all were silent! - for the youth she pray’d,
And softly then return’d the weeping maid.
They parted, thus by hope and fortune led,
And Judith’s hours in pensive pleasure fled;
But when return’d the youth? - the youth no more
Return’d exulting to his native shore;
But forty years were past, and then there came