XIII
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Marianne's Dream
And hark! a rush as if the deep
Had burst its bonds; she looked behind
And saw over the western steep
A raging flood descend, and wind
Through that wide vale; she felt no fear,
But said within herself, 'Tis clear
These towers are Nature's own, and she
To save them has sent forth the sea.