She made no answer, but, as the little boat swept onward, ever and anon the same words, and the same wild music broke the stillness of the forest, now sounding like a wail of sorrow, and then becoming almost hushed in hopeful expectation. The words had the appearance of being extemporized for the occasion, and were as follows:
Break those fetters—I am calling—
Listen only to my song!
I am waiting—loved one—waiting!
I have waited—oh, so long!
Give but one fond word to cheer me,
As I pray, and hope, and weep!
Let thy echo say thou’rt near me,
As my vigils thus I keep!
Echo, as along I glide,