Hurled on the crags, behold they gasp, they bleed!
And groaning, cling upon th’ elusive weed;
Another billow bursts in boundless roar!
Arion sinks! and Memory views no more.
Ha! total night and horror here preside,
My stunned ear tingles to the whizzing tide;
It is their funeral knell! and gliding near
Methinks the phantoms of the dead appear;
But lo! emerging from the watery grave
Again they float incumbent on the wave,