The dame began her gifts to rue—
The youth must die, the maiden too!
The little skiff floats down alone,
Behind the hills soon sinks the sun.
And when the moon was overhead,
To land the lovers floated dead,
He this side and she that side!
II.
THE FISHER-MAIDEN.
(FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE.)
Thou handsome fisher-maiden,
Push thy canoe to land;
Come and sit down beside me—
We'll talk, love, hand in hand.
Thy head lay on my bosom,
Be not afraid of me,
For careless thou confidest
Each day in the wild sea.
My heart is like the ocean,
Has storm, and ebb, and flow;
And many pearls so handsome
Rest in its deeps below.