Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||
IX.
He sees it in a sable vortex whirlingFormed by a cavern vast, that, 'neath the sea,
Sucks the fierce torrent in; and, madly furling
His wings, would plunge: one moment more, and he,
Sucked down, in earth's dark womb must wait eternity.
Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||