Aloof they crown the foreland lone, <br />From aloft they loftier rise-- <br />Fair columns, in the aureole rolled <br />From sunned Greek seas and skies. <br />They wax, sublimed to fancy's view, <br />A god-like group against the blue. <br /> <br />Over much like gods! Serene they saw <br />The wolf-waves board the deck, <br />And headlong hull of Falconer, <br />And many a deadlier wreck.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/off-cape-colonna/
