Classic Poem

I BOW my head before your hate,
Mariner, mariner!
You heard my songs and chose your fate,
What time you whispered at my gate,
O changed mariner!

I answer not your new despair,
Mariner, mariner;
You saw my face and called me fair,
You caught and kissed my curling hair,
O changed mariner!

Your mouth is mute, but let me speak,
Mariner, mariner!
You took my hand and found me meek,
Your arms were strong when mine were weak,
O changed mariner!

I hear your curses on my land,
Mariner, mariner, —
Do you forget how, hand in hand,
We saw the stars above the sand,
O changed mariner?

I hear your angry plea to Jove,
Mariner, mariner,
Too oft' the mouth you weary of
You kissed with humble pleas for love,
O changed mariner!

My sorrow lurks within mine eyes,
Mariner, mariner;
You leave me when the summer flies;
For me love flames and fades and dies,
O changed mariner!

Then lift again your dripping oar,
Mariner, mariner!
For vanished love returns no more
Unto my sad enchanted shore, —
O changed mariner!