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.