The English Illustrated/A Castaway of the South

God bless all maidens fair, but most The jailor's daughter gay; She who in youth's sweet pity Struck all my bonds away;

And should I e'er return to Nantes, I'll wed her yea or nay: Gai faluron falurette! I'll wed her yea or nay— Gai faluron dondié"

If thou art dead I pray thee come not near me. For living, I, the parting word have said; If thou canst hear, O noblest spirit, hear me! Touch not my presence now, if thou art dead.

I would be strong, be faithful, and enduring; Fret at no chain, accuse not, nor despair; Strain at no hope, bend to no light alluring; Nor memory cherish, for that thou art there.

If thou art dead, have pity; see, I tremble! I dare not love thee, Love, so sore bestead; I would be true, though he, though all, dissemble— Why wakens so my heart, thou art dead?"