Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/145

Waked from my dream cold horror freezed my blood;
Fixt as a rock before the rock I stood;
O fairest goddess of the ocean train,
Behold the triumph of thy proud disdain!
Yet why, I cried, with all I wish'd decoy,
And when exulting in the dream of joy,
An horrid mountain to mine arms convey!——
Madning I spoke, and furious sprung away.
Far to the south I sought the world unknown,
Where I unheard, unscorn'd, might wail alone,
My foul dishonour, and my tears to hide,
And shun the triumph of the goddess' pride.
My brothers now by Jove's red arm o'erthrown,
Beneath huge mountains piled on mountains groan;
And I, who taught each echo to deplore,
And tell my sorrows to the desert shore,
I felt the hand of Jove my crimes pursue;
My stiffening flesh to earthy ridges grew,
And my huge bones, no more by marrow warm'd,
To horrid piles and ribs of rock transform'd,
Yon dark-brow'd cape of monstrous size became,
Where round me still, in triumph o'er my shame,
The silvery Thetis bids her surges roar,
And waft my groans along the dreary shore.

Melinda's monarch thus the tale pursued
Of ancient faith; and Gama thus renew'd:—
Now from the wave the chariot of the day,
Whirl'd by the fiery coursers springs away,

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