the last time i came oer the moor(2 / 2)

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 env'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 atst

to overwhelming ruin.