ing of love, looks on him with a smile,
Saying--"He pineth for the sweet-faced Moon;"--
Thus had he just receded, when the pair
Stood peering shuddering in, hearing afar
The painful sighs, which shook his savage breast.
The dwarfish elves, with waning lamps in hand,
Creeping like worms along the slimy floor,
Pursued the ebbing tide collecting spoils.
The lovers saw from what exhaustless mines
Were gathered up the overwhelming wealth--
The jewels and the curious costly toys
Which graced OENE and all her splendid court;
For there the sea,--forever wrecking treasures,
Gulping down golden argosies at once--
Leaves them behind him in his angry flight.

"Art thou afraid, my darling?" BERTHO asked--
"I'll bear thee safely through this hideous place.
Here LUCIFER, I think, must love to linger;
The shrieking of the ocean hath a sound
Like the united wail of hopeless souls;
Here darkness dwells in everlasting sleep;
For these poor, puny lights which wander round,
Scarce make the drowsy lashes of his lids
Tremble o'er his blind eyes;--the heated earth
Gives forth the odors of her burning heart,
In whose incessant fires her vitals wither.
See! where those wretched gnomes are dragging chests,
Banded with iron! most like, is heaped within
The ingots of some drowned West-Indian:
And look! ah heaven! how beautiful and strange,
To see the delicate corpse of this young girl
Like marble petrified, the raven hair
Grown rankly long, trailing around her limbs,
And clinging to her lovely, breathless breast!--
That rude dwarf clutching from her helpless hands
The jewels which some friend or lover gave.
If we had time to give our fancies range,
What a wild story we would make of this!"
Thrilling with pity, OLIVE hid her eyes.

Twelve hours of desperate flight, and they emerged
From darkness to a dead shore, shrouded white,--
Saw the green ocean rolling, saw the Sun,
Pale, like a wounded God, and weary, hang
Low in the southern sky--saw mountains crowned
With snow and fire--saw motionless cataracts
Hanging like frozen rainbows over chasms--
And icebergs settling downward towards the sun
As if to pierce him with their glist'ning spears.
Remotely, to the North, the Polar Sea
Hung like a roseate cloud along the sky
Fringing with lovely t