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WHO was once full freighted for the sea, Strong timbered, with my ivory canvas gleaming, Now drift a battered hulk, all aimlessly, Sun-shrivelled waveworn, useless tackle streaming.

The water washes, like dull sobs in dreaming, Across soaked planks that were the deck of me; I keep no course, who steered so faithfully, And bear no cargo, who had riches teeming.

Love's Derelict am I, Love's Derelict, Wrecked by his hand, by him flung to disaster; Drifting alone, through merciless edict, Alone, cast out, forgotten of my master.

Strong prows of purpose pity as ye pass Love's Derelict, Love's Derelict, alas!