 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LIV.
On, on, for many a weary mile they fare,
Till thinner grew the floods, long, dark, and dense,
From nearness to earth's core; and now a glare
Of grateful light relieved their piercing sense;
Till thinner grew the floods, long, dark, and dense,
From nearness to earth's core; and now a glare
Of grateful light relieved their piercing sense;
As when, above, the sun his genial streams
Of warmth and light darts mingling with the waves
Whole fathoms down; while, amorous of his beams,
Each scaly monstrous thing leaps from its slimy caves.
Of warmth and light darts mingling with the waves
Whole fathoms down; while, amorous of his beams,
Each scaly monstrous thing leaps from its slimy caves.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |