This is a dream! exclaim’d the incredulous maid,

Yet in her voice the while a fear exprest,

Which in her larger eye was manifest.

This is a dream! she rose and laid her hand

Upon her father’s brow, to try the charm;

He could not bear the pressure there; . . . he shrunk, . . .

He warded off her arm,

As though it were an enemy’s blow, he smote

His daughter’s arm aside.

Her eye glanced down, his mantle she espied

And caught it up; . . . Oh misery! Kailyal cried,

He bore me from the river-depths, and yet

His garment is not wet!