Aloof they crown the foreland lone,
    From aloft they loftier rise—
Fair columns, in the aureole rolled
    From sunned Greek seas and skies.
They wax, sublimed to fancy’s view,
A god-like group against the blue.

Over much like gods! Serene they saw
    The wolf-waves board the deck,
And headlong hull of Falconer,
    And many a deadlier wreck.