Never such a sound before
  To the Indian waves we bore.
  A pilot asleep on the howling sea
  Leaped up from the deck in agony,
  And heard, and cried, 'Ah, woe is me!'
  And died as mad as the wild waves be.

THIRD VOICE
  By such dread words from Earth to Heaven
  My still realm was never riven;
  When its wound was closed, there stood
  Darkness o'er the day like blood.

FOURTH VOICE
  And we shrank back: for dreams of ruin
  To frozen caves our flight pursuing
  Made us keep silence--thus--and thus--
  Though silence is a hell to us.

THE EARTH
  The tongueless caverns of the craggy hills
  Cried, 'Misery!' then; the hollow Heaven replied,
  '