And  the  goblet  his  daring  has  won  from  the  water*

He  lifts  to  the  king  as  he  sinks  on  bis  knee ; —

And  the  kint;  from  her  maidens  has  beckon'd  his  daughter-*

And  he  bade  her  the  wine  to  his  cupbearer  bring,

And  thus  spake  the  Diver — *'  Long  life  to  the  king  \

*'  Happy  they  whom  the  rose-hues  of  daylight  rfjoiee*

The  air  and  the  sky  that  to  mortals  are  given  I
May  the  horror  below  never  more  find  a  voice—

Nor  Man  stretch  too  far  the  wide  mercy  of  Heaven  I
Never  more—- never  more  mav  he  lift  from  the  mirror*
The  Veil  which  is  woven  witk  Nigbt  and  with  Tsaaoft  I


*  The  same  rhyme  as  the  preceding  line  in  the  originaL


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"  Qaick-bri^hteQiug  like  lightding— it  tore  me  aloDg«

DowD,  down,  till  the  gush  of  a  torrent  at  play»
In  the  rocks  of  its  wilderness  caught  me— and  strong

As  the  wings  of  an  eagle»  it  whirl'd  me  away.
Vain,  vain  was  my  struggle— the  circle  had  won  me.
Round  and  round  in  its  dance,  the  wild  element  spun  me.
