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Agnes.
Go with God, thou tempter fair;
I shall bear until I break.
Einar.
For thy mother's, sisters' sake!
Agnes.
Bring my greetings to my Home;
I will write—if words should come.
Einar.
Over ocean's gleaming breast
White sails hurry from the strand;—
Like the sighs of dreaming brows,
Lofty, diamond-beaded prows
Speed them to their haven-rest
In a far-off vision'd land.
Agnes.
Sail to westward, sail to east;—
Think of me as one deceased.
Einar.
As a sister come with me.
Agnes.
[Shaking her head.]
'Twixt us rolls a boundless sea.
Einar.
O, then homeward to thy mother!
Agnes.
[Softly.]
Not from Master, Friend, and Brother.
