Won from ten thousand royal argosies;
Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main;
Earth claims not these again!
"Yet more, the depths have more! thy waves have rolled,
Above the cities of a world gone by!
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,
Sea-weed o'er-grown the halls of revelry.
Dash o'er them, ocean! in thy scornful play!
Man yields them to decay