 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
V.
Soon through the cavern the receding light
Refused its beam. Zóphiël, with toil severe,
But bliss in view, through the thrice murky night
Sped swiftly on. A treasure now more dear
Refused its beam. Zóphiël, with toil severe,
But bliss in view, through the thrice murky night
Sped swiftly on. A treasure now more dear
He had to guard than boldest hope had dared
To breathe for years: but rougher grew the way;
And soft Phraërion, shrinking back, and scared
At every whirling depth, wept for his flowers and day,
To breathe for years: but rougher grew the way;
And soft Phraërion, shrinking back, and scared
At every whirling depth, wept for his flowers and day,
Shivered, and pained, and shrieking, as the waves
Wildly impel them 'gainst the jutting rocks:
Not all the care and strength of Zóphiël saves
His tender guide from half the wildering shocks
Wildly impel them 'gainst the jutting rocks:
Not all the care and strength of Zóphiël saves
His tender guide from half the wildering shocks
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He bore. The calm, which favored their descent,
And bade them look upon their task as o'er,
Was past; and now the inmost earth seemed rent
With such fierce storms as never raged before.
And bade them look upon their task as o'er,
Was past; and now the inmost earth seemed rent
With such fierce storms as never raged before.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |