And his soul in the tempest just flying away.
II.
When Cælia saw this,
With a sigh and a kiss,
She cried,—O, my dear, I am robbed of my bliss!
'Tis unkind to your love, and unfaithfully done,
To leave me behind you, and die all alone.
III.
The youth, though in haste,
And breathing his last,