Look, Mother! the Mariner's rowing His galley a-down the tide; I'll go where the mariner's going, And be the mariner's bride! I saw him one day through the wicket, I opened the gate and we met- As a bird in the fowler's net Was I caught in my own green thicket. O mother, my tears are flowing, I've lost my maidenly pride- I'll go if the mariner's going, And be the mariner's bride! This Love the tyrant evinces, Alas! an omnipotent might, He darkens the mind like night, He treads on the necks of Princes! O mother, my bosom is glowing, I'll go whatever betide; I'll go where the mariner's going, And be the mariner's bride! Yes! mother, the spoiler has reft me Of reason and self-control; Gone, gone is my wretched soul, And only my body is left me! The winds, O mother, are blowing, The ocean is bright and wide; I'll go where the mariner's going; And be the mariner's bride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES JOHANNES MILTON, SENEX by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |