Hark! like the sea in wrath the heavens assailing, <br />Or like a brook through rocky basin wailing, <br />Comes from below, in groaning agony, <br />A heavy, vacant torment-breathing sigh! <br />Their faces marks of bitter torture wear, <br />While from their lips burst curses of despair; <br /> Their eyes are hollow, and full of woe, <br /> And their looks with heartfelt anguish <br /> Seek Cocytus' stream that runs wailing below, <br /> For the bridge o'er its waters they languish. <br /> <br />And they say to each other in accents of fear, <br />"Oh, when will the time of fulfilment appear?" <br />High over them boundless eternity quivers, <br />And the scythe of Saturnus all-ruthlessly, shivers!<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/group-from-tartarus/
