When the broad Ocean on Ladurlad’s head

Had clos’d and arch’d him o’er,

With steady tread he held his way

Adown the sloping shore.

The dark-green waves, with emerald hue,

Imbue the beams of day,

And on the wrinkled sand below,

Rolling their mazy network to and fro,

Light shadows shift and play.

The hungry Shark, at scent of prey,

Toward Ladurlad darted;

Beholding then that human form erect,