Not quietly had those gods came,
Came up from altitudinous ocean,
Where lurks under lees the lunging whale
And surf seethes mighty 'top sharp-edge wave;
Not quietly had new-comers risen swift,
Under furious skies filling further the wet-realm,
Drowning sound and spray in terrible birth
Neither they nor watcher world did ken
While this aweful event scraped eternity:
No mind yet bodied in eld or youth
Could such size of titans as split the horizon now
Grasp full in painless glance or look,
As yawning maw whence rising
When one said,
With
And another:
Even
We watched as the new gods wore out our world
And we waned with it.