6. 
She told me what a loathsome agony 2875
Is that when selfishness mocks love’s delight,
Foul as in dream’s most fearful imagery,
To dally with the mowing dead—­that night
All torture, fear, or horror made seem light
Which the soul dreams or knows, and when the day 2880
Shone on her awful frenzy, from the sight
Where like a Spirit in fleshly chains she lay
Struggling, aghast and pale the Tyrant fled away.

7. 
Her madness was a beam of light, a power
Which dawned through the rent soul; and words it gave, 2885
Gestures and looks, such as in whirlwinds bore
Which might not be withstood—­whence none could save—­
All who approached their sphere,—­like some calm wave
Vexed into whirlpools by the chasms beneath;
And sympathy made each attendant slave 2890
Fearless and free, and they began to breathe
Deep curses, like the voice of flames far underneath.

8. 
The King felt pale upon his noonday throne: 
At night two slaves he to her chamber sent,—­
One was a green and wrinkled eunuch, grown 2895
From human shape into an instrument
Of all things ill—­distorted, bowed and bent. 
The other was a wretch from infancy
Made dumb by poison; who nought knew or meant
But to obey:  from the fire isles came he, 2900
A diver lean and strong, of Oman’s coral sea.

9. 
They bore her to a bark, and the swift stroke
Of silent rowers clove the blue moonlight seas,
Until upon their path the morning broke;
They anchored then, where, be there calm or breeze, 2905
The gloomiest of the drear Symplegades
Shakes with the sleepless surge;—­the Ethiop there
Wound his long arms around her, and with knees
Like iron clasped her feet, and plunged with her
Among the closing waves out of the boundless air. 2910

10. 
’Swift as an eagle stooping from the plain
Of morning light, into some shadowy wood,
He plunged through the green silence of the main,
Through many a cavern which the eternal flood
Had scooped, as dark lairs for its monster brood; 2915
And among mighty shapes which fled in wonder,
And among mightier shadows which pursued
His heels, he wound:  until the dark rocks under
He touched a golden chain—­a sound arose like thunder.

11. 
’A stunning clang of massive bolts redoubling 2920
Beneath the deep—­a burst of waters driven
As from the roots of the sea, raging and bubbling: 
And in that roof of crags a space was riven
Through which there shone the emerald beams of heaven,
Shot through the lines of many waves inwoven, 2925
Like sunlight through acacia woods at even,
Through which, his way the diver having cloven,
Passed like a spark sent up out of a burning oven.