The Fisherman's Bride.
The storm has increased, hope sustains her no longer,
Despairing she sinks, overwhelm'd with her fears;
She hears the rude tempest howl wilder and stronger,
Her heart throbs with anguish, her eyes flow with tears.
Despairing she sinks, overwhelm'd with her fears;
She hears the rude tempest howl wilder and stronger,
Her heart throbs with anguish, her eyes flow with tears.
She had left her own dwelling, that stands in the greenwood,
As Donald the fisherman's beautiful bride;
She had bidden adieu to the home of her childhood,
For the fisherman's cot, by the dark water side.
As Donald the fisherman's beautiful bride;
She had bidden adieu to the home of her childhood,
For the fisherman's cot, by the dark water side.
Young Donald was brave, loved his Ellen most dearly—
Long, long had she been the fond theme of each thought;
Fair Ellen returned his affections sincerely,
And love and true happiness hallow'd their cot.
Long, long had she been the fond theme of each thought;
Fair Ellen returned his affections sincerely,
And love and true happiness hallow'd their cot.
But that morn she beheld her lov'd Donald departing,
And mournfully fell the last plash of his oar:
She sigh'd an adieu, while a tear-drop was starting,
As he and his comrades pull'd off from the shore.
And mournfully fell the last plash of his oar:
She sigh'd an adieu, while a tear-drop was starting,
As he and his comrades pull'd off from the shore.
Pale, pale gleam'd her cheek 'neath the rich locks that curl'd,
And rivall'd in brightness the beams of the west,
As he promised, ere night its dark banner unfurl'd,
His Ellen again should be clasp'd to his breast.
And rivall'd in brightness the beams of the west,
As he promised, ere night its dark banner unfurl'd,
His Ellen again should be clasp'd to his breast.
But the storm-brooding spirit had mov'd o'er the ocean,
Forbidding its bleak angry billows to sleep;
She flew to the sea-side, with fearful emotion,
But she saw not his bark on the boisterous deep.
Forbidding its bleak angry billows to sleep;
She flew to the sea-side, with fearful emotion,
But she saw not his bark on the boisterous deep.
And now it is twilight, the day has gone over,
Ah! drearily, gloomily, pass'd the long day,
But no tidings of Donald, her husband, her lover,
No bark on the deep where her anxious eyes stray.
Ah! drearily, gloomily, pass'd the long day,
But no tidings of Donald, her husband, her lover,
No bark on the deep where her anxious eyes stray.
She thinks that the sky out to windward is clearing,
A blest ray of hope destined not to depart;
She stands on the dark brink, half-frenzied, unfearing,
And calls on her love in her sorrow of heart.
A blest ray of hope destined not to depart;
She stands on the dark brink, half-frenzied, unfearing,
And calls on her love in her sorrow of heart.
As the voice of her wailing is mournfully blending
With that of the storm rushing fearfully past,
It seems from the sea like a death-dirge ascending,
Till it weakens and dies on the bleak howling blast.
With that of the storm rushing fearfully past,
It seems from the sea like a death-dirge ascending,
Till it weakens and dies on the bleak howling blast.
Joy, joy! she beholds his light shallop advancing,
Now almost engulphed 'neath the foam-crested wave,
And now it appears on the proud billows dancing,
Well guided by strong hands, the bold and the brave.
Now almost engulphed 'neath the foam-crested wave,
And now it appears on the proud billows dancing,
Well guided by strong hands, the bold and the brave.
The boat strikes the beach, they are safe,they are singing
With joy that each one hath escaped with his life;
But Donald is foremost, out from the boat springing,
To clasp to his bosom his Ellen, his wife!
With joy that each one hath escaped with his life;
But Donald is foremost, out from the boat springing,
To clasp to his bosom his Ellen, his wife!