There stood I fix'd, in mute despair;
My head swam round as in a dream;
I well-nigh fell into the stream,
And earth seem'd with me whirling there.
Sudden I heard a voice that cried—
I had just turn'd my face from thence—
It was a voice to charm each sense:
"Beware, for deep is yonder tide!"
A thrill my blood pervaded now,
I look'd and saw a beauteous maid
I asked her name—twas Kate, she said—
"Oh lovely Kate! how kind art thou!
"From death I have been sav'd by thee,