Back on themselves, their sins remain'd His light brown locks, so graceful in their alone. flow, Proscribed even in their second country,they Were lost;in vain the world before them lay; All outlets seem'd secured. Their new allies Had fought and bled in mutual sacrifice; But what avail'd the club and spear and arm Of Hercules, against the sulphury charm, The magic of the thunder, which destroy'd The warrior ere his strength could be employ'd? Dug, like a spreading pestilence, the grave Even Greece can boast but one Thermopyla Back to a sword, and dies and lives again! Close on the wild, wide ocean, yet as pure Absorb'd in Passion's and in Nature's thirst,- Their arms aside to revel in its dew; Cool'd their scorch'd throats, and wash'd the gory stains From wounds whose only bandage might Then, when their drought was quench'd, died. Stern, and aloof a little from the rest, Stood Christian, with his arms across his chest. The ruddy, reckless, dauntless hue, once spread Along his cheek, was livid now as lead; Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow. Some paces further Torquil lean'd his head hair At lengthJackSkyscrape, a mercurial man, Who fluttered over all things like a fan, More brave than firm, and more disposed to dare And die at once than wrestle with despair, Nucleus of England's native eloquence, But merely added to the oath, his eyes; A peroration I need not repeat. But Christian, of an higher order, stood Like an extinct volcano in his mood; Silent, and sad, and savage,—with the trace Of passion reeking from his clouded face; Till lifting up again his sombre eye, It glanced on Torquil who lean'd faintly by. "And is it thus ?" he cried, "unhappy boy! And thee too, thee my madness must destroy." He said, and strode to where young Torquil Yet dabbled with his lately flowing blood; A moment's brightness pass'd along his brow, But not a coward or a common spoil; Our dwindled band is now too few to strive. dwell! And who the first that, springing on the Leap'd like a Nereid from her shell to land, As if to be assured 'twas him she grasp'd; To find it trivial, smiled and wept again. Her lover lived,-nor foes nor fears could That full-blown moment in its all delight: And Paradise was breathing in the sigh thought; The billows round the promontory brought Against them, save the bride of Toobonai: Of the arm'd boats which hurried to complete In one placed Christian and his comrades But she and Torquil must not part again. They skim the blue tops of the billows; fast 1 They flew, and fast their fierce pursuers | By her command removed, to strengthen This ho would have opposed: but with a smile She pointed calmly to the craggy isle, And bade him "speed and prosper." She would take The rest upon herself for Torquil's sake. They parted with this added aid; afar The proa darted like a shooting star, And now the refuge and the foe are nighYet, yet a moment! - Fly,thou light Ark,fly! | And gain'd on the pursuers, who now steer'd Right on the rock which she and Torquil near❜d. They pull'd; her arm, though delicate, was free CANTO IV. WHITE as a white sail on a dusky sea, When half the horizon's clouded and half free, Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky, Is hope's last gleam in man's extremity. Her anchor parts; but still her snowy sail Attracts our eye amidst the rudest gale: Though every wave she climbs divides us more, The heart still follows from the loneliest shore. Not distant from the isle of Toobonai, A black rock rears its bosom o'er the spray, The haunt of birds, a desart to mankind, Where the rough seal reposes from the wind, And sleeps unwieldy in his cavern-dun, Or gambols with huge frolic in the sun : There shrilly to the passing oar is heard The startled echo of the ocean-bird, Who rears on its bare breast her callow brood, The feather'd fishers of the solitude. A narrow segment of the yellow sand Steals to the deep wherein his parents dwell; wreck. Such was the stern asylum Neuha chose To shield her lover from his following foes; But all its secret was not told; she knew In this a treasure hidden from the view. Ere the canoes divided, near the spot, The men that mann'd what held her Torquil's lot, And firm as ever grappled with the sea, And yielded scarce to Torquil's manlier strength. The prow now almost lay within its length Of the crag's steep, inexorable face, With nought but soundless waters for its base; Within an hundred boats' length was the foe, And now what refuge but their frail canoe? This Torquil ask'd with half upbraiding eye, Which said "Has Neuha brought me here to die? Is this a place of safety, or a grave, And yon huge rock the tombstone of the wave?" They rested on their paddles, and uprose Neuha,and, pointing to the approaching foes, Cried, "Torquil, follow me, and fearless follow!" Then plunged at once into the ocean's hollow. There was no time to pause-the foes were near Chains in his eye and menace in his ear; With vigour they pull'd on,and as they came, Hail'd him to yield, and by his forfeit name. Headlong he leap'd-to him the swimmer's skill Was native, and now all his hope from ill; But how or where? He dived, and rose no more; shore. The boat's crew look'd amazed o'er sca and There was no landing on that precipice, Steep, harsh, and slippery as a berg of ice. They watch'd awhile to see him float again, But not a trace rebubbled from the main: The wave roll'd on, no ripple on its face, Since their first plunge, recall'd a single trace; The little whirl which eddied, and slight White as a sepulchre above the pair, Was all that told of Torquil and his bride; | And clapp'd her hands with joy at his Even superstition now forbade their stay. spray. surprise; Led him to where the rock appear'd to jut And form a something like a Triton's hut; For all was darkness for a space, till day Through clefts above let in a sober'd ray; As in some old cathedral's glimmering aisle The dusty monuments from light recoil, Thus sadly in their refuge submarine The vault drew half her shadow from the scene. Forth from her bosom the young savage drew A pine-torch, strongly girded with gnatoo; A plaintain-leaf o'er all, the more to keep Its latent sparkle from the sapping deep. This mantle kept it dry; then from a nook Of the same plaintain-leaf a flint she took, A few shrunk wither'd twigs, and from the blade Of Torquil's knife struck fire, and thus array'd The grot with torchlight. Wide it was and high, And show'd a self-born Gothic canopy; The arch uprear'd by Nature's architect, The architrave some earthquake might erect; The buttress from some mountain's bosom hurl'd, When the Poles crash'd and Water was the World; Or harden'd from some earth-absorbing fire While yet the globe reek'd from its funeral pyre; The fretted pinnacle, the aisle, the nave, Were there, all scoop'd by Darkness from her Cave. There, with a little tinge of Phantasy, The eye upon its seeming crucifix. And Neuha took her Torquil by the hand, And waved along the vault her kindled brand, And led him into each recess, and show'd With its broad leaf,or turtle-shell which bore And make their subterranean world serene. And form'd a refuge of the rocky den With all could cheer or deck their sparry The happiest daughter of the loving isles. She, as he gazed with grateful wonder, Her shelter'd love to her impassion'd breast; he led His island-clan to where the waters spread Their deep green shadow o'er the rocky door, Then dived-it seem'd as if to rise no more: His wondering mates, amazed within their bark, Or deem'd him mad,or prey to the blue shark, Row'd round in sorrow the sea-girded rock, Then paused upon their paddles from the shock, When, fresh and springing from the deep, they saw A Goddess rise-so deem'd they in their awe; And their companion, glorious by her side, Proud and exulting in his Mermaid-bride; And how, when undeceived, the pair they bore With sounding conchs and joyous shouts to shore; How they had gladly loved and calmly died, When Eloisa's form was lower'd beneath The waves without sang round their couch, their roar As much unheeded as if life were o'er: Within, their hearts made all their harmony, Love's broken murmur and more broken sigh. Which left them exiles of the hollow rock, And they, the cause and sharers of the shock Where were they? O'er the sea for life To seek from Heaven the shelter men denied. they plied, Another course had been their choice-but where? The wave which bore them still, their foes would bear. Who, disappointed of their former chase, In search of Christian now renew'd their race. Eager with anger, their strong arms made Like vultures baffled of their previous prey. way, They gain'd upon them, all whose safety lay In some bleak crag or deeply-hidden bay: No further chance or choice remain'd; and For the first further rock which met their right sight They steer'd, to take their latest view of land, And yield as victims, or die sword in hand; Would still have battled for that scanty Dismiss'd the natives and their shallop, who |