The roaring billows reckless roll’d

White foaming ’gainst the marble steep!

And Rana’s voice was heard to scold

With frightful scream from out the deep!

The mighty monarch, Ægir hight,

Consort of Ran, o’er ocean reigns:

Beneath a roof of pearl so bright

He sits, and stern his right maintains;

With diamond-pointed pole the wave

He guides; a silver helmet, starr’d