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Then breathes he deeply, then breathes he long,
And blesses the light of the day;
While gladly exclaim to each other the throng:
“He lives! he is here! he is not the sea’s prey!
From the tomb, from the eddying waters’ control,
The brave one has rescued his living soul!”

And he comes, and they joyously round him stand;
At the feet of the monarch he falls,–
The goblet he, kneeling, puts in his hand,
And the king to his beauteous daughter calls,
Who fills it with sparkling wine to the brim;
The youth turns to the monarch, and speaks thus to him:

“Long life to the king! Let all those be glad
Who breathe in the light of the sky!
For below all is fearful, of moment sad;
Let not man to tempt the immortals e’er try,
Let him never desire the thing to see
That with terror and night they veil graciously.”

“I was torn below with the speed of light,
When out of a cavern of rock
Rushed towards me a spring with furious might;
I was seized by the twofold torrent’s wild shock,
And like a top, with a whirl and a bound,
Despite all resistance, was whirled around.”

“Then God pointed out,–for to Him I cried
In that terrible moment of need,–
A craggy reef in the gulf’s dark side;
I seized it in haste, and from death was then freed.
And there, on sharp corals, was hanging the cup,–
The fathomless pit had else swallowed it up.”

“For under me lay it, still mountain-deep,
In a darkness of purple-tinged dye,
And though to the ear all might seem then asleep
With shuddering awe ’twas seen by the eye
How the salamanders’ and dragons’ dread forms
Filled those terrible jaws of hell with their swarms.”

“There crowded, in union fearful and black,
In a horrible mass entwined,
The rock-fish, the ray with the thorny back,
And the hammer-fish’s misshapen kind,
And the shark, the hyena dread of the sea,
With his angry teeth, grinned fiercely on me.”

“There hung I, by fulness of terror possessed,
Where all human aid was unknown,
Amongst phantoms, the only sensitive breast,
In that fearful solitude all alone,
Where the voice of mankind could not reach to mine ear,
‘Mid the monsters foul of that wilderness drear.”

“Thus shuddering methought–when a something crawled near,
And a hundred limbs it out-flung,
And at me it snapped;–in my mortal fear,
I left hold of the coral to which I had clung;
Then the whirlpool seized on me with maddened roar,
Yet ’twas well, for it brought me to light once more.”

The story in wonderment hears the king,
And he says, “The cup is thine own,
And I purpose also to give thee this ring,
Adorned with a costly, a priceless stone,
If thou’lt try once again, and bring word to me
What thou saw’st in the nethermost depths of the sea.”

His daughter hears this with emotions soft,
And with flattering accent prays she:
“That fearful sport, father, attempt not too oft!
What none other would dare, he hath ventured for thee;
If thy heart’s wild longings thou canst not tame,
Let the knights, if they can, put the squire to shame.”

The king then seizes the goblet in haste,
In the gulf he hurls it with might:
“When the goblet once more in my hands thou hast placed,
Thou shalt rank at my court as the noblest knight,
And her as a bride thou shalt clasp e’en to-day,
Who for thee with tender compassion doth pray.”

Then a force, as from Heaven, descends on him there,
And lightning gleams in his eye,
And blushes he sees on her features so fair,
And he sees her turn pale, and swooning lie;
Then eager the precious guerdon to win,
For life or for death, lo! he plunges him in!

The breakers they hear, and the breakers return,
Proclaimed by a thundering sound;
They bend o’er the gulf with glances that yearn,
And the waters are pouring in fast around;
Though upwards and downwards they rush and they rave,
The youth is brought back by no kindly wave.