Ballad.
269
Is the moon up? Methinks the wind gets loud.
See'st thou the boat? Is yon dark speck a cloud, Helena, look!
(Once I too, had a lover,
Waited his sail, his step—sweet days for ever over!)
See'st thou the boat? Is yon dark speck a cloud, Helena, look!
(Once I too, had a lover,
Waited his sail, his step—sweet days for ever over!)
Yes, 'tis the boat. What was Helena saying?
The boat, the boat! Hist, how the hound keeps baying!
Smooth down my braids. Let's make the fire burn faster.
Let Beppo loose—without!—Go welcome back thy master.
The boat, the boat! Hist, how the hound keeps baying!
Smooth down my braids. Let's make the fire burn faster.
Let Beppo loose—without!—Go welcome back thy master.
