Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish br I say my love for thee exists no more. br At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless; br It will return with love unto the shore. br br E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion, br And place my freedom in thy hands once more. br Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting br Back from afar to the beloved shore.