Grim the cliff that upward climbs Clamps the ground with iron limbs. Round it spreads the radiance glowing From its mad and fevered brain, Sends the ocean surge a-flowing Crazy, round and round again.
Weary moss shakes grey autumnal locks, Blood seeps out from under laughing rocks.
Midnight comes, with voices roaring Crazy from the marble womb, Like a thousand years' life thawing, Like remembrance howling doom. Should the traveler dare to eavesdrop, he Turns to stone and crashes in the sea.