With staunch farewell, as friend took leave of friend, And straining to his breast his voiceless mate, He vow'd his love would stead her to life's end, Who was his star, the fair elect of fate, That evermore his thoughts would her attend, Who might, heart-confident, his coming wait, Then with sore longing, and of cheer bereft, Launch'd forth, and soon the sounding furrows cleft. |