Classic Poem

Not now doth Triton blow his wreathèd horn,
Reining his dolphin steed in mounting tide;
Not now, emergent Nereids beside,
In pearly car is Amphitrite borne;
Sea moans of ancient pageant all forlorn;
Winds, clouds, and fowls of ocean companied
Solely her recent severed from my side,
Bleeding with bonds of tenderness uptorn.
Methinks antique Poseidon and his train
Of scaly seeming, were terrene at heart,
From cove and bight irresolute to stray;
And now that man hath sounded every main,
In fear and jealousy they move apart,
Perceiving he hath grown more great than they.