Not where the peaceful isles adorn the bay,
Nor where the tranquil sea a smooth beach laves,
But where huge billows tunnel giant caves,
Forcing through spouting horns in myriad showers
Enormous breakers which the chafed sea pours
On sharpened rocks, finding their several graves.
Or, where a light-house guards the rock-bound coast
The sea will summon up its fierce brigade
To quench the lantern, leaping high in air.
These, not its halcyon waves, it honors most.