XV

For them the Ceylon diver held his breath,

      And went all naked to the hungry shark;

For them his ears gush'd blood; for them in death

      The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark

Lay full of darts; for them alone did seethe

      A thousand men in troubles wide and dark:

Half-ignorant, they turn'd an easy wheel,

That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel.