And never thought to see her more;
Nor did I, till I saw her stand
Betrothed in Broek-in-Waterland!
But why such grief? for what to me
This maiden saved from Zuyder Zee?
She knew me not before that day,
Scarce saw me ere I turned away.
I heard her voice, I saw her face,
Yet asked nor name nor dwelling place.
Then why this grief to see her stand