OFF CAPE COLONNA

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.