Across the bend, and twenty stalwart men
Ran to and fro with clamor for A rope!
A boat!—their cries together reached the shore:
Save her! Save him!—so true Love conquers all.
Furlongs below they still more closely held
Each other, ’mid a thousand shocks of ice
And seething horrors; till, at last, the end
Came, where the river, scornful of its bed,
Struck a new channel, roaring through the grove.
There, dashed against a naked beech that stood