Diving

Look into thought and say what thou dost 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! [10]

Thoughts were untroubled and dreams were asleep:

    The spirit lay dreadless and hopeless beneath.’