By each was cleaving, side by side:
E’en so—but why the tale reveal
Of those, whom year by year unchanged, 10
Brief absence join’d anew to feel,
Astounded, soul from soul estranged?
At dead of night their sails were fill’d,
And onward each rejoicing steer’d—
Ah, neither blame, for neither will’d, 15
Or wist, what first with dawn appear’d!
To veer, how vain! On, onward strain,