Leaping and howling,
Stung to madness by the tempest’s might.
I have seen them splintering their heads in a furious race,
Plunging through the bellowing gloom
With a boom ... boom ... boom—
And from each torn face
I have watched their white blood
Sweeping in a foam across the night.
I have heard the water beasts snarling at the wild beating blows
Of the strong handed winds that tore them into rows