In faraway lands and over the sea,
  Now sunbeat, now driven by wind
And pining and struggling, – I view thee,
  All sharing it in my mind.
Wherever thou tired layest down to rest,
  My darkbrown curl is on thy breast.

That keeps from thee all dangers off,
  That shields against a foe
And over thee watches my lasting love,
  Thy home, thy rest in woe.
Fare well, my love, fear not to part
  My curl on thy breast, my love in thy heart.«