The Faithful Widow

There let it rock, the boat of yew,
Midway upon the Ho.
One with the twin front locks (I knew)—
My rightful mate — and all life through
I vow none else to know.
My mother, kind as Heaven is she,
Yet O, she little knows of me!

There let it rock, that boat of yew,
Now by the river's brim.
One with the twin front locks I knew —
One only — and I vow to do
Till death no wrong to him.
My mother, kind as Heaven is she,
Yet O, she little knows of me!