High towers of stone in fragments crumbled down—
Of perfect structure those, and wide renown.
About man’s shattered works the waters whirled,
And he, to Terror’s chariot lashed, was hurled
To deep repose or spheres to man unknown,
While mangled body lay in ocean prone.
Above the horrid sights and awful fear
Dark waters rolled, mud-laden many a year.
At dawn high crested waves, victorious,
Exulted over Mu long glorious!