The loftier they uplifted me; and oft,
In wantonness of spirit, plunging down
Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making
My way to shells and sea-weed, all unseen
By those above, till they wax’d fearful; then
Returning with my grasp full of such tokens
As show’d that I had search’d the deep: exulting
With a far-dashing stroke, and drawing deep
The long-suspended breath, again I spurn’d
The foam which broke around me, and pursued