She

This one thing I certainly collected:

That the fair one—(say nought, I entreat thee!)

Fondly hoping once again to meet thee,
Many a castle in the air erected.

He

By each wind I ceaselessly was driven,

Seeking gold and honour, too, to capture!

When my wand’rings end, then oh, what rapture,
If to find that form again ’tis given!