THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye <br />Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep; <br />When the keen blast descending from the sky, <br />Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep. <br /> <br />Drench'd by the chilling rain, his dreary hour <br />Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day; <br />Till burning PHOEBUS darting thro' the show'r, <br />Warms with his golden beam the frothy spray: <br /> <br />With lightning's swiftness he ascends the mast, <br />And cries, "another tedious night is o'er;" <br />He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last <br />His darling MISTRESS, and his NATIVE SHORE; <br />The restless wand'rer then forgets past pain, <br />Steals a fond kiss, and BRAVES HIS FATE AGAIN.<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-the-mariner/
