Lest men might see and mock my wo;
But one cried out: “Oh stir not forth,
A storm has risen in the north!”
I looked, the sky, of late so blue,
Was hung in clouds of darkest hue;
An ocean-storm had reached our strand,
And burst on Broek-in-Waterland!
I turned, and heard the maidens shout:
“What reck we for the storm without,
For joy is mistress here within—