Upon the farther side a level shore

Of sand was spread: thither Ladurlad bore

His daughter, holding still with senseless hand

The saving Goddess; there upon the sand

He laid the livid maid,

Rais’d up against his knees her drooping head;

Bent to her lips, . . . her lips as pale as death, . . .

If he might feel her breath,

His own the while in hope and dread suspended;

Chaf’d her cold breast, and ever and anon

Let his hand rest upon her heart extended.