kind, And the shark, the hyena dread of the sea, With his angry teeth, grinned fiercely on me."     "There hung I, by fulness of terror possessed, Where all human aid was unknown, Amongst phantoms, the only sensitive breast, In that fearful solitude all alone, Where the voice of mankind could not reach to mine ear,    'Mid the monsters foul of that wilderness drear."     "Thus shuddering methought—when a something crawled near, And a hundred limbs it out-flung, And at me it snapped;—in my mortal fear, I left hold of the coral to which I had clung; Then the whirlpool seized on me with maddened roar, Yet 'twas well, for it brought me to light once more."     The story in wonderment hears the king, And he says, "The cup is thine own, And I purpose also to give thee this ring, Adorned with a costly, a priceless stone, If thou'lt try once again, and bring word to me What thou saw'st in the nethermost depths of the sea."     His daughter hears this with emotions soft, And with flattering accent prays she:    "That fearful sport, father, attempt not too oft! What none other would dare, he hath ventured for thee; If thy heart's wild longings thou canst not tame, Let the knights, if they can, put the squire to shame."     The king then seizes the goblet in haste, In the gulf he hurls it with might:    "When the goblet once more in my hands thou hast placed, Thou shalt rank at my court as the noblest knight, And her as a bride thou shalt clasp e'en to-day, Who for thee with tender compassion doth pray."     Then a force, as from Heaven, descends on him there, And lightning gleams in his eye, And blushes he sees on her features so fair, And he sees her turn pale, and swooning lie; Then eager the precious guerdon to win, For life or for death, lo! he plunges him in! The breakers they hear, and the breakers return, Proclaimed by a thundering sound; They bend o'er the gulf with glances that yearn, And the waters are pouring in fast around; Though upwards and downwards they rush and they rave, The youth is brought back by no kindly wave. 

           THE KNIGHT OF TOGGENBURG. A BALLAD.     "I Can love thee well, believe me, As a sister true; Other love, Sir Knight, would grieve me, Sore my heart would rue. Calmly would I see thee going, Calmly, too, appear; For those tears in silence flowing Find no answer here."     Thus she speaks,—he hears her sadly,—      How his heartstrings bleed! In his arms he clasps her madly, Then he mounts his steed. From the Switzer land collects he All his warriors brave;—    Cross on breast, their course 

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