go free?
How shall these that have curbed the seas not feel his bridle who
made the sea?

God shall bow them and break them now: for what is man in the Lord
God's sight?
Fear shall shake them, and shame shall break, and all the noon of
their pride be night:
These that sinned shall the ravening wind of doom bring under, and
judgment smite.

England broke from her neck the yoke, and rent the fetter, and
mocked the rod:
Shrines of old that she decked with gold she turned to dust, to the
dust she trod:
What is she, that the wind and sea should fight beside her, and war
with God?

Lo, the cloud of his ships that crowd her channel's inlet with
storm sublime,
Darker far than the tempests are that sweep the skies of her
northmost clime;
Huge and dense as the walls that fence the secret darkness of
unknown time.

Mast on mast as a tower goes past, and sail by sail as a cloud's
wing spread;
Fleet by fleet, as the throngs whose feet keep time with death in
his dance of dread;
Galleons dark as the helmsman's bark of old that ferried to hell