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Rh Like waken'd giants, wrathful at their rest. The foes are sunder'd; there is many a cheek, Late warm with pride of battle, pale and cold. Came not the storm upon their warfare like A sign, a fearful warning?—on it swept; Foam crested the dark billows as they dash'd, Like armed warriors rushing to the field Upon the shore; and gleaming flashes rose, As when the clashing weapons meet in war. And still against the moveless rock, the sea Led on her armies; and the howling winds Pour'd their war-song in murmurs, fierce and loud, As they did triumph in the desolate power That urg'd them now. There was just light enough To show the black clouds hung upon the sky, Like ministers of vengeance; and the swell Of the pil'd waters—that most fearful sight Of human creatures perishing, with scarce One moment's warning ere their doom is seal'd.