He cries, "it is the same!
"I know full well, I have not now
More of thy tale to learn;
I heard this morn, ere from the wave
You could the sun discern.
"My sister loves thee, gallant youth,
By all the saints on high!
She wept last night, when thy hard fate
She told with many a sigh.
"Forgive her, then, and in her cause