It is the steamer—thine and mine—
And now it speeds into the fjord,
Then out into the foaming brine
To-night with thee and me on board!—
The mists have veil’d the mountain brow—
Saw’st thou how vividly, but now,
Heaven’s image in the water woke!
Agnes.
[Looking absently about her.]
Oh, yes. But tell me—sawest thou——?