But downwards, like a powerless corse;

The eddying waves the Chieftain bear;

He only heard the moaning hoarse

Of waters, murmuring in his ear.

The murmurs sink, by slow degrees;

No more the surges round him rave;

Lulled by the music of the seas,

He lies within a coral cave.

In dreamy mood reclines he long,

Nor dares his tranced eyes unclose,