“Oh! lay aside your fears, sweet heart!

We now have reached the deepest part.”

“Stop! Stop! for God’s sake, stop! For oh!

The waters o’er my bosom flow!”⁠—

Scarce was the word pronounced, when knight

And courser vanished from her sight.

She shrieks, but shrieks in vain; for high

The wild winds rising dull the cry;