’Tis but a star, whose ray
Will fail thee, rash, devoted girl,
When tempests cloud thy way.”
But still she smiled a loftier smile,
And raised her frank, bright eyes,
And cried—“I bear my vestal star,
Home, home to yonder skies!”
The wind is fresh—the sail swells free—
High shoots the diamond spray!
And merrily o’er the moaning sea