In dull unbroken monotone,
The breakers running breast to breast,
Like hounds of Death, with frothy jaws,
From north to south, from east to west.
The low horizon rocked and swayed
To mazy motion of the spume,
Till ’yond the fog it crawled away
And hid behind a leaden gloom.
Oblivion swept through the night,
And coiled the dark through every place;