He stept so lightly to the land,
All in his manly pride:
He kissed her cheek, he clasped her hand;
Yet still she glanced aside.
"Too gay he seems," she darkly dreams,
"Too gallant and too gay,
To think of me—poor simple me—
When he is far away!"
"I bring my Love this goodly pearl
Across the seas," he said:
"A gem to deck the dearest girl
That ever sailor wed!"
She holds it tight: her eyes are bright:
Her throbbing heart would say
"He thought of me—he thought of me—
When he was far away!"