Marble pillar towers high,Jagged summit saws the air,Putrefaction,life's decay,Boulders in the abyss down there.
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 aflowing 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.
