Brother of Jove, and co-inheritor
Of elements! Eternally before
Thee the waves awful bow.
Fast, stubborn rock, at thy fear'd
trident shrinking, doth unlock
its deep foundations, hissing into
foam.
All mountain-rivers lost,
In the wide home of thy capacious
Bosom ever flow. Thou frownest,
And old Eolus thy foe skulks to his
Cavern, 'mid the gruff Complaint
Of all his rebel tempests.
Dark clouds faint when, from thy
Diadem, a silver gleam slants over
Blue dominion. Thy bright team
Gulphs in the morning Light, and
Scuds along to bring thee Nearer
To that golden song
Apollo singeth, while his chariot
Waits at the doors of heaven.
Thou art not for scenes like this:
An empire stern hast thou;
And it hath furrow'd that large front:
Yet now, as newly come of heaven,
Dost thou sit to blend and interknit
Subdued majesty with this glad time.
O shell-borne King sublime!