Ten thousand fathoms[1146] deep.
“So wills the fierce avenging sprite,
Till blood for blood atones;
Ay, though he’s buried in a cave,
And trodden down with stones,
And years have rotted off his flesh,
The world shall see his bones.
“O God! that horrid, horrid[1147] dream
Besets me now, awake;
Again, again, with dizzy brain,[1148]