The Mariner's Bride

LOOK, mother! the mariner's rowing
His galley adown 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 blowiij:,
The ocean is bright and wide;
I'll go where the mariner's going,
And be the mariner's bride.