Down the steep
Saint Hubert hurried, boldly venturous,
Catching the slimy weeds, from point to point,
And unappall’d by peril. At the foot
Of the rude rock, the fainting mariner
Seiz’d on his outstretch’d arm; impatient, wild,
With transport exquisite! But ere they heard
The blest exchange of sounds articulate,
A furious billow, rolling on the steep,
Engulph’d them in Oblivion!