Of the victorious darkness, as he fell;
  Like the last glare of day's red agony,
  Which, from a rent among the fiery clouds,
  Burns far along the tempest-wrinkled deep.

OCEAN
  He sunk to the abyss? to the dark void?

APOLLO
  An eagle so caught in some bursting cloud
  On Caucasus, his thunder-baffled wings
  Entangled in the whirlwind, and his eyes,
  Which gazed on the undazzling sun, now blinded
  By the white lightning, while the ponderous hail
  Beats on his struggling form, which sinks at length
  Prone, and the aërial ice clings over it.

OCEAN
  Henceforth the fields of Heaven-reflecting sea
  Which are my realm, will heave, unstained with blood,
  Beneath the uplifting winds, like plains of corn
  Swayed by the summer air; my streams will flow
  Round many-peopled continents, and round
  Fortunate isles; and from their glassy thrones
  Blue Proteus and his humid nymphs shall mark
  The shadow of fair ships, as mortals see
  The floating bark of the light-laden moon
  With that white star, its sightless pilot's crest,
  Borne down the rapid sunset's ebbing sea;