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...ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE THE BETTER PART by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PYGMALION THE SCULPTOR by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE FIRST INVOCATION IN A FULL SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |