Its weight and wonders, rises to the surface
In final breaths of sleep, the Wazir stirred
And flung out joyful arms. Not otherwise
The groping diver in the Gulf of Pearls,
Having achieved adventure, comes to light
And grasps the painted gunwale—with his prize.
"For every hour and day
Of youth that spelled delay
In finding you, I pray
To life for pardon,