'But the God I had cried to answered me Which else to the lowermost crypt had rolled. "And the gloom through measureless toises under Was all as a purple haze; And though sound was none in these realms of wonder, "And I saw the huge kraken and magnified snake While the hammer-fish wallowed below in the dark, "And there I hung, aghast and dismayed, - not an earthly sound, But silence, and water, and monsters around. "Soon one of these monsters approached me, and plied His hundred feelers to drag Me down through the darkness; when, springing aside, I abandoned my hold of the coral crag, And the maelstrom grasped me with arms of strength, And upwhirled and upbore me to daylight at length." Then spake to the Page the marvelling King, "The golden cup is thine own, But I promise thee further this jewelled ring That beams with a priceless hyacinth-stone, Shouldst thou dive once more and discover for me The mysteries shrined in the cells of the sea." Now the King's fair daughter was touched and grieved, And she fell at her father's feet, "O father, enough what the youth has achieved! Expose not his life anew, I entreat! If this your heart's longing you cannot well tame, But the King hurled downwards the golden cup, Then the blood to the youth's hot temples rushes, The far-sounding din returns amain, And the foam is alive as before, And all eyes are bent downward. In vain, in vain, - But while ages shall roll and those billows shall thunder, Friedrich Schiller. Tr. J. C. Mangan. Scylla, the Town. DESTRUCTION OF SCYLLA IN 1783. YALMLY the night came down CALMLY O'er Scylla's shattered walls; How desolate that silent town! Where yesterday her thousands trode, Low, on the wet sea-sand, The despot, midst his menial band, Ay, prince and peasant knelt in prayer, Again! as at the morn, The earthquake rolled its car; The mountain reeled, its shivered brow Went down among the waves below. Up rose the kneelers then, As the wave's rush was heard ; One long wild shriek went up, As bowed to drink death's bitter cup On swept the whelming sea; The mountains felt its shock, As the long cry of agony Thrilled through their towers of rock; And echo round that fatal shore The death-wail of the sufferers bore. The morning sun shed forth Its light upon the scene, Where tower and palace strewed the earth Anonymous. Serchio, the River. THE BOAT. UR boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, OUR Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream, The helm sways idly hither and thither. Dominic, the boatman, has brought the mast The stars burnt out in the pale blue air, And the rocks above and the stream below, Day had awakened all things that be, |