Classic Poem

Who did with rocks, like bolted doors,
Shut up the raging main,
With sandy banks, as fett'ring pow'rs
The furious billows chain?

When with the rupture overcome,
The turgid upper earth
Did rend and ope her teeming womb,
To give the ocean birth;

O'er which my clouds I like a vest,
Or sable garment, drew;
And swaddling bands, of thicken'd mist,
I o'er its bosom threw.

I form'd a gulph within the land,
To be the ocean's bed;
The wat'ry troops at my command,
Soon to their lodging fled.

They march'd with all obsequious haste,
To my appointed ward;
And found their prison chambers fast,
With rocky bolts were barr'd.

Then said I to the raging sea,
That was diffus'd around,
Behold the frontiers I decree,
Thy billows fierce to bound.

Hither thou mayst, within thy caves,
But may'st no farther roll;
This fence shall thy impetuous waves,
And flowing pride control.