Sweet lady, let me go!”
She smiled a quiet smile, and “Come,” she said—
We entered in, our scanty sail we spread;
And as thin mists that creep
Out of a dingle deep,
Where zephyrs dally,
And, wind-caught, float across the dewy lawn,
When comes the dawn;
So we before the breeze, that then did rally
Its powers to bear us on;