She laid her cheek upon my breast,
Then, yielding, swooned, as if no harm
Could pass the shelter of my arm!
An age of thought swept through my brain,
And joy that rose to fearful pain:
“All mad!” I shrieked, “some demon’s wand
Is held o’er Broek-in-Waterland!”
’Twas but a moment! then I knew
A chance with every moment flew;
For as I bear her through the street