( DROWNED JULY 8, 1822)

I SEE him trampling the Ligurian wave
  And, like Ulysses, shouting pagan song
  Against the dirging winds while perils throng—
A joyous celebrant of Nature; slave
To sovereign good, but rebel to the knave,
  Surcease of Man and Man's inveterate wrong
  He seeks in solitude—erect and strong,
As though to teach the tempest to be brave.

Alas! that trusted Nature should betray,
 And break ungratefully the loyal lyre
  That sang her praises, while she left to Pan
 His requiem of storm and sea and fire:
  Yet did her heartlessness but show that Man
Is greater than the power that him doth slay.