the last time i came o'er the moor
    the last time i came o'er the moor,
    and left maria's dwelling,
    what throes, what tortures passing cure,
    were in my bosom swelling:
    condemn'd to see my rival's reign,
    while i in secret languish;
    to feel a fire in every vein,
    yet dare not speak my anguish.
    love's veriest wretch, despairing, i
    fain, fain, my crime would cover;
    th' unweeting groan, the bursting sigh,
    betray the guilty lover.
    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 enslav'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 at last
    to overwhelming ruin.