They look'd on the dismal and savage profound, And the peril chilled back every thought of the prize, And thrice spoke the monarch, "The cup to win, Is there never a wight who will venture in?" And all as before heard in silence the king— Till a youth, with an aspect unfearing, but gentle, Mid the tremulous squires, stepp'd out from the ring. Unbuckling his girdle, and doffing his mantle; And the murmuring crowd, as they parted asunder, On the stately boy cast their looks of wonder. As he strode to the marge of the summit, and gavo And, as with the swell of the far thunder-boom, And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars, And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending; And it never will rest, nor from travail be free, Like a sea that is laboring the birth of a sea. Yet at length comes a lull o'er the mighty commotion, As the whirlpool sucks into black smoothness the swell Of the white foaming breakers, and cleaves through the ocean A path that seems winding in darkness to Hell. Round and round whirl'd the waves, deep and deeper still driven, Like a gorge through the mountainous main thunderriven ! The youth gave his trust to his Maker! before That path through the riven abyss closed againHark! a shriek from the crowd rang aloft from the shore, And behold! he is whirl'd in the grasp of the main! And o'er him the breakers mysteriously roll'd, And the giant-mouth closed on the swimmer so bold. O'er the surface grim silence lay dark; but the crowd Heard the wail from the deep murmer hollow and fell; They hearken and shudder, lamenting aloud "Gallant youth-noble heart-fare thee well, fare thee well!" More hollow and more wails the deep on the earMore dread and more dread grows suspense in its fear. If thou should'st in those waters thy diadem fling, What the deeps that howl yonder in terror conceal. Oh! many a bark, to that breast grappled fast, Has gone down to the fearful and fathomless grave; Again, crash'd together the keel and the mast, To be seen, toss'd aloft, in the glee of the wave; Like the growth of a storm ever louder and clearer, Grows the roar of the gulf rising nearer and nearer. And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars, And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And lo! from the heart of that far-floating gloom, As a sign, as a joy, shines the goblet of gold! And he breathed deep, and he breathed long, And he greeted the heavenly delight of the day; They gaze on each other-they shout as they throng, "He lives!-lo, the ocean has rendered its prey! And safe from the whirlpool, and free from the grave, Comes back to the daylight the soul of the brave!" And he comes with the crowd in the clamor and glee, And the goblet his daring has won from the water, He lifts to the king as he sinks on his knee: And the king from her maidens has beckon'd his daughter; She pours to the boy the bright wine which they bring, And thus spake the Diver: Long life to the king!" Happy they whom the rose-hues of daylight rejoice, Nor man stretch too far the wide mercy of Heaven! Never more-never more may he lift from the sight The veil which is woven with Terror and Night! "Quick, brightening like lightening, it tore me along, Down, down, till a gush of a torrent, at play In the rocks of its wilderness, it caught me; and strong "And I called on my God, and my God heard my prayer, In the strength of my need, in the gasp of my breath, |