Some shrieking fled, some swooned in fright;
The bravest hearts were now unmanned
In hapless Broek-in-Waterland!
The bride, who had betrayed no joy,
Yet seemed in truth more sad than coy,
Looked quickly round, with dauntless brow,
And cried: “Come death or freedom now!”
Strange words were these! but marked by none,
For even the lover now had flown,
And I, alone, for her had planned