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348 Oft have I feared that the pitcher perchance was in danger of falling, Yet it ever remained firm on the circular cloth. Thus, fair neighbour, yes, thus I oft was wont to observe thee, As on the stars I might gaze, as I might gaze on the moon, Glad indeed at the sight, yet feeling within my calm bosom Not the remotest desire ever to call them mine own. Years thus fleeted away! Although our houses were only Twenty paces apart, yet I thy threshold ne'er crossed. Now by the fearful flood are we parted! Thou liest to Heaven, Billow! thy beautiful blue seems to me dark as the night. All were now in movement: a boy to the house of my father Ran at full speed and exclaimed: "Hasten thee quick to the strand! Hoisted the sail is already, e'en now in the wind it is fluttering, While the anchor they weigh, heaving it up from the sand; Come, Alexis, oh, come!"—My worthy stout-hearted father Pressed, with a blessing, his hand down on my curly-locked head, While my mother carefully reached me a newly-made bundle; "Happy may'st thou return!" cried they—"both happy and rich!" Then I sprang away, and under my arm held the bundle, Running along by the wall. Standing I found thee hard by,