Classic Poem

Before the Tarragona came
I'd never even heard her name,
Nor dreamt what it would mean to me
When she again put out to sea.

Before the Tarragona came
No one might breathe a word of blame
Of me, or look askance at me,
Since I was born beside the sea.

Now day and night the bitter name
Sounds in my ear the word of shame,
And Tarragona means to me
The false heart of the fickle sea.