Whose tale is in oblivion hushed;
And, leaping forward eagerly,
He strove to reach the tempting prize,
When, lo! the stone beneath his eyes
Sank in a yawning cavern wide,
Whose ragged walls were torn apart
In last night's dread catastrophe;
And down his feet went suddenly,
And through the crevice swift he fell,
Thinking with horror to be hurled
To central regions of the world;
But soon his rapid course was stayed
By solid rock, and, half afraid,
He oped his eyes, and tried to move.
The sunlight through the crack above
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