The bridal of Vaumond A Metrical Romance |
1. |
2. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
3. |
The bridal of Vaumond | ||
VI.
He leaps the pass—and terribleThe yielding ruin whelming fell
Headlong into the lake;
111
Despair its energies retain'd,
High o'er the abyss a black crag jutting
By chance he caught—his eyelids shutting—
He felt that fragment quake;
He hangs above that fiery sea—
That trembling stone alone may be
His saviour in his jeopardy!
But 'twas a grasp of agony
That had from its time-rooted bed
Ætna's proud chesnut borne!
One mad'ning spring the warrior made—
Forth was the fragment torn!—
The bridal of Vaumond | ||