Classic Poem

Hark! — Like the murmur of the angry sea,
As wails the stream which scours the hollowed stone,
Resounds in doleful, lamentable key
A tortured moan!

Yon features are distraught with pain,
And their blaspheming throats in vain
Battle against despair.
With hollow eyes and frenzied look
Upon Cocytus' darkling brook
In tearful gaze they stare.

Must they, each piteously implores,
For ever thus in anguish writhe? —
Eternity above them soars,
And split in twain is Saturn's scythe.