behold the hour, the boat arrive

behold the hour, the boat arrive;

thou goest, the darling of heart;

sever'd frothee, can i survive,

but fate has will'd and we st part.

i'll often greet the surging swell,

yon distant isle will often hail:

“e'en here i took thest farewell;

there,test rk'd her vanish'd sail.”