Andromeda Given to the Monster

Cepheus' chaste one, alas! disheveled, lone,
Chained to the island rock of sunless gloom,
Writhing and sobbing, mourns in hopeless doom
Her regal form that terror makes its own.

The monstrous ocean, by the tempest blown,
Spatters her icy feet with biting spume,
While everywhere before her closed eyes loom
The gaping jaws in myriad horror shown.

Like peal of thunder from a cloud-free sky
A sudden neighing rolls and echoes nigh.
Her eyes fly open. Fear and joy are one;

For she beholds, in whirling flight and free,
The winged horse, upbearing Zeus's son,
Stretch his grand shade of azure on the sea.