"It vanishes; but, once beheld,
The longing heart is never quelled,
Its loveliness hath so enspelled.—
"She vanished. And I rode alone,
Save for a voice that did intone,
'Urganda is she, the Unknown.
"'And never shalt thou clasp the form
Of her who leads thee by a charm
To follow her through sun and storm.'
"I can not stay for weal or woe.