behold the hour, the boat arrive
behold the hour, the boat arrive;
thou goest, the darling of my heart;
sever'd from thee, can i survive,
but fate has will'd and we must part.
i'll often greet the surging swell,
yon distant isle will often hail:
“e'en here i took the last farewell;
there, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail.”