i know thou doom'st me to despair,

nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;

but, o eliza, hear one prayer—

for pity's sake forgive me!

the music of thy voice i heard,

nor wist while it env'd me;

i saw thine eyes, yet nothing fear'd,

till fears no more had sav'd me:

th' unwary sailor thus, aghast

the wheeling torrent viewing,

'mid circling horrors sinks atst,

in overwhelming ruin.