When forth you come, a hideous sight,
Each wondering eye shall stare with fright;
By all observed, yet sad and lone;
’Mongst shivering giants wider known
Than him who sits unmoved on high,
The guard of heaven with sleepless eye.
’Mid charms and chains and restless woe,
Your tears with double grief shall flow.
Now sit down, maid, while I declare
Your tide of sorrow and despair.