Look into thought and say what dost thou see; Dive, be not fearful how dark the waves flow; Sing through the surge, and bring pearls up to me; Deeper, ay, deeper; the fairest lie low. 'I have dived, I have sought them, but none have I found; In the gloom that closed o'er me no form floated by; As I sank through the void depths, so black and profound, How dim died the sun and how far hung the sky! 'What had I given to hear the soft sweep Of a breeze bearing life through that vast realm of death! Thoughts were untroubled and dreams were asleep: The spirit lay dreadless and hopeless beneath.' |