A Cry Went Through The Darkness; And The Moon, Hurrying Through Storm, Gazed With A Ghastly Face, Then Cloaked Herself In Scud: The Merman Race Of Surges Ceased; And Then Th' Aeolian Croon Of The Wild Siren, Wind, Within The Shrouds Sunk To A Sigh. The Ocean In That Place Seemed Listening; Haunted, For A Moment'S Space, By Something Dread That Cried Against The Clouds. Mystery And Night; And With Them Fog And Rain: And Then That Cry Again As If The Deep Uttered Its Loneliness In One Dark Word: Her Horror Of Herself; Her Titan Pain; Her Monsters; And The Dead That She Must Keep, Has Kept, Alone, For Centuries, Unheard.