Sad may she be,

For deep in the sea,

Deep, deep, deep in the sea,

This night her lover shall sleep with me.

She may turn and hide

From the spirits that glide,

And the ghost that stands at her bed-side:

But never a kiss the vow shall seal,

Nor warm embrace her bosom feel;

For far, far down in the floors below,

Moist as this rock-weed, cold as the snow,

With the eel, and the clam, and the pearl of the deep,

On soft sea-flowers her lover shall sleep,

And long and sound shall his slumber be
In the coral bowers of the deep with me.

The trembling sun, far, far away,

Shall pour on his couch a softened ray,
And his mantle shall wave in the flowing tide,

And the little fishes shall turn aside;

But the waves and the tides of the sea shall
Ere wakes her love from his bed of peace.
No home!-no kiss!-No, never! never!
His couch is spread for ever and ever.

cease,

The abbot arose in dumb dismay,
They turned and fled from the height away,
For dark and portentous was the day.

When they came in view of their rocking sail,
They saw an old man who sat on the wale;
His beard was long, and silver grey,

Like the rime that falls at the break of day;
His locks like wool, and his colour wan,
And he scarcely looked like an earthly man.

They asked his errand, they asked his name, Whereunto bound, and whence he came ; But a sullen thoughtful silence he kept, And turned his face to the sea and wept.

Some gave him welcome, and some gave him scorn,
But the abbot stood pale, with terror o'erborne ;
He tried to be jocund, but trembled the more,
For he thought he had seen the face before.

Away went the ship with her canvass all spread, So glad to escape from that island of dread; And skimmed the blue wave like a streamer of light, Till fell the dim veil 'twixt the day and the night.

Then the old man arose and stood

up on

the

prow,

And fixed his dim eyes on the ocean below;

And they heard him saying, "Oh, woe is me!

But great as the sin must the sacrifice be."

Oh, mild was his eye, and his manner sublime,

When he looked unto Heaven, and said-" Now is

the time."

He looked to the weather, he looked to the lee,

He looked as for something he dreaded to see,

Then stretched his pale hand, and pointed his eye

To a gleam on the verge of the eastern sky.

The monks soon beheld, on the lofty Ben-More,

A sight which they never had seen before,

A belt of blue lightning around it was driven,

And its crown was encircled by morion of heaven; And they heard a herald that loud did cry, "Prepare the way for the Abbot of I!"

Then a sound arose, they knew not where, It came from the sea, or it came from the air, 'Twas louder than tempest that ever blew, And the sea-fowls screamed, and in terror flew ; Some ran to the cords, some kneeled at the shrine, But all the wild elements seemed to combine; 'Twas just but one moment of stir and commotion, And down went the ship like a bird of the ocean.

This moment she sailed all stately and fair, The next nor ship nor shadow was there,

But a boil that arose from the deep below,

A mounting gurgling column of snow;

It sunk away with a murmuring moan,

The sea is calm, and the sinners are gone.

END OF NIGHT THE THIRD.