That all her secret love is told
For one who, calmly, saw her stand
Betrothed in Broek-in-Waterland!
But love hath power, and bears the will
To clear all doubts with matchless skill!
Before the weeping maid I kneel,
My own long cherished love reveal;
Believing all, she checks her sighs,
And, smiling, gently lifts her eyes,
To tell me why I saw her stand