Say, where now her land?Where, alas, the way?
Brighter now glow'd his cheek, and still more bright.
Leans 'gainst the sail, which alone all that is needed performs.Forward presses the heart of each seamen, like colours and streamers;
As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;
And our cravings alone claim for themselves the exchange.One faint touch of the hand, and her eyes so heavenly see I
Does this form so fair and bright,Does this gaze, so kind, so truthful,
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.