Her blue eyes are gleaming with love’s wild delight;
On her bosom the foam-drops like pearls sparkle bright.
Then thinketh the Prince, “You must stay, lady fair;”
And adroitly he windeth his hand in her hair.
He has caught her. The hand of the warrior’s strong;
She weeps and she prays as they struggle along.
The Prince to the shore swimmeth on in his pride;
He lands, and loud calls he his friends to his side.
“Ho! come, my brave comrades, and look at my prey.
Behold how she struggles! She’ll ne’er get away.