A Youth Too Certain Of His Power To Wade On The Smooth Bottom Of This Clear Bright Sea, To Sight So Shallow, With A Bather'S Glee Leapt From This Rock, And But For Timely Aid He, By The Alluring Element Betrayed, Had Perished. Then Might Sea-Nymphs (And With Sighs Of Self-Reproach) Have Chanted Elegies Bewailing His Sad Fate, When He Was Laid In Peaceful Earth: For, Doubtless, He Was Frank, Utterly In Himself Devoid Of Guile; Knew Not The Double-Dealing Of A Smile; Nor Aught That Makes Men'S Promises A Blank, Or Deadly Snare: And He Survives To Bless The Power That Saved Him In His Strange Distress.