Go thy way. Why shouldst thou stay?
Where the winds whistle, and where the streams creep.
Under yonder willow tree fain would I sleep.
Then let me alone, for ’tis time to be gone.
What cares and pleasures can be in this isle?
Within this desert place there lives no human race;
Fate cannot frown here, nor kind fortune smile.
Kind fortune smiles, and she
Has yet in store for thee
Some strange felicity.
‖: Follow me, follow me,
And thou shalt see. :‖