Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
Depth of basalt and lavas
By even the enslaved echoes
Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you
Know it, slobbering there, foam)
Among hulks the supreme one
Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake
Of some noble ill-fate
All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so white hair’s trailing
Will have drowned miser-like
The childish flank of some Siren.