Where unavailing was the feeble note, She wept and clapt her hands in agony.
"Without its freight," she cried, "thy ship does float.
-- Where, cruel, dost thou fly so swiftly? -- Me Receive as well: -- small hinderance to thy boat, Which bears my spirit, would my body be."
And she her raiment waving in her hand, Signed to the frigate to return to land.
