Behold, even here, cast up a monstrous spoil,
The sea’s vast monarch yields nutritious oil,
Escaped, perchance, from where the unfeeling crews
Dart the swift steel, and hempen coils unloose,
He whirls impetuous through the crimson tide,
Nor heeds the death that quivers in his side;
Northward he rushes with impulsive fin,
Where shores of crystal groan with ocean’s din,
Shores that will melt with pity’s glow more soon
Than the hard heart that launched the fierce harpoon.