Sails the ship under high Cro’ Nest,[273]
Wearing and tacking in Martins’ Reach,[274]
While Dirck looks back with a man’s unrest;
And Nekama[275] lingers upon the beach.
Fade the sails to a vague white speck;
Loom the mountains, hazy and tall;
Dirck watches still from the vessel’s deck,
And the girl moves not, though the night-dews fall.
A year has passed, and upon the hills[276]
Scarlet and russet have faded to brown;