That watches round some treasure: often, too,
Through many a mile of ocean, sparkling through,
Are seen the stars and moon, all gloriously,
Bathing their angel brilliance in the sea!"

"And there are shafted pillars, that beyond,
Are ranged before a rock of diamond,
Awfully heaving its eternal heights,
From base of silver strewn with chrysolites;
And over it are chasms of glory seen,
With crimson rubies clustering between,
On sward of emerald, with leaves of pearl,
And topazes hung brilliantly on beryl.
So Agathè!--but thou art sickly sad,
And tellest me, poor Julio is mad--
Ay, mad!--was he not madder when he sware
A vow to Heaven? was there no madness there,
That he should do--for why?--a holy string
Of penances? No penances will bring
The stricken conscience to the blessed light
Of peace,--Oh! I am lost, and there is night,
Despair and darkness, darkness and despair,
And want, that hunts me to the lion-lair
Of wild perdition: and I hear them all--
All cursing me! The very sun-rays fall
In curses, and the shadow of the moon,
And the pale star light, and the winds that tune
Their voices to the music of the sea,--
And thou,--yes, thou! my gentle Agathè!--
All curse me!--Oh! that I were never, never!--