LX.

So the depths took thee! Oh! the sullen sense Of desolation in that hour compress’d! Dust going down, a speck, amidst th’ immense And gloomy waters, leaving on their breast The trace a weed might leave there! Dust!--the thing Which to the heart was as a living spring Of joy, with fearfulness of love possess’d, Thus sinking! Love, joy, fear, all crush’d to this-- And the wide heaven so far--so fathomless th’ abyss!