... In the caves of the deep—lost Youth! lost Youth!—
O'er and o'er, fleeting billows! fleeting billows!—
Rung to his restless everlasting sleep
By the heavy death-bells of the deep,
Under the slimy-drooping sea-green willows,
Poor Youth! lost Youth!
Laying his dolorous head, forsooth,
On Carian reefs uncouth—
Poor Youth!
On the wild sand's ever-shifting pillows!...