Down thundering midst the waves were hurled.
I trembled, yet I would not fly;
I feared, yet loved, the awful scene;
And gazing on the sea and sky,
Spell-bound I stood the rocks between.
X.
"'Twas strange that I, a mountain boy,
A lover of green fields and flowers,—
One, who with laughing rills could toy,
And hold companionship for hours,