And in looks of wild disorder,
Wail’d to the dreary waste, all heedless of her way!
Horrid cliffs that way surrounded,
Beaten by the dashing surge,
Which in dreadful tumults sounded
To Fancy’s startled ear, her William’s funeral dirge!
O’er the vast of Heaven’s covering,
Dark portentous horrors spread;
O’er the earth tremendous hovering,
Those horrors fill’d her aching heart with dread!