Sad harbinger of sevenfold pangs endured—
Such, and so short, the pause of woe she found!
Cimmerian darkness shades the deep around,
Save when the lightnings in terrific blaze
Deluge the cheerless gloom with horrid rays;
Above, all ether fraught with scenes of woe
With grim destruction threatens all below:
Beneath, the storm-lashed surges furious rise,
And wave uprolled on wave assails the skies;
With ever-floating bulwarks they surround