By Perseus, Medusa's mighty conqueror,
Who bore the Gorgon's snaky head.
With him and it came their relief.
O, how they begged him to end their woe,
To turn them into senseless stone,
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To show them the face of the terrible one,
And then on his avenging course to go,
Leaving them there forever alone,
All feeling and all sorrow gone.
Three rocks lie on the sea-beat shore.
Unseen are they when tides are high;
At ebb, half out o' the waves they lie,
And over them the white-haired billows pour
Their cataract thunder, and sea-birds cry
And wail above them wild and sad.
N. H. D.