A huntsman must one be, like chamois soar.

8. An evil huntsman was I? See how taut

My bow was bent!

Strongest was he by whom such bolt were sent —

Woe now! That arrow is with peril fraught,

Perilous as none. — Have yon safe home ye sought!

9. Ye go! Thou didst endure enough, oh, heart; —

Strong was thy hope;

Unto new friends thy portals widely ope,

Let old ones be. Bid memory depart!