And through the darkness rang her children’s cries.
Now Scylla unto fierce Charybdis calls,
While on the water spreads a crimson stain;
Now Galatea sobs in Ocean’s halls,
And vengeful Polyphemus laughs again.
The Nereids now in oozy caverns hide,
Where sea-kings of the old Æolian shore
Watch sunken argosies forevermore,
And tell their tales of dread Poseidon’s hate;
While dimly from the far, ensanguined tide