i know my doom must be despair,
thou wilt nor canst relieve me;
but oh, maria, hear my prayer,
for pity's sake forgive me!
the music of thy tongue i heard,
nor wist while it enslav'd me;
i saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd,
till fear no more had sav'd me:
the unwary sailor thus, aghast,
the wheeling torrent viewing,
'mid circling horrors yields at last
to overwhelming ruin.