IV

Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers

Sit on their pearlèd thrones;

Through the coral woods

Of the weltering floods,

Over heaps of unvalued stones;

Through the dim beams

Which amid the streams

Weave a network of coloured light;

And under the caves,

Where the shadowy waves

Are as green as the forest's night:—

Outspeeding the shark,

And the sword-fish dark,

Under the Ocean's foam,

And up through the rifts

Of the mountain clifts

They passed to their Dorian home.