Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Excerpts from letters, thoughts and comments (№ 308687)

Here's my poem to viazemskii:
So the sea, that old murderer,
Ignite your genius;
You are the glory of the Golden lyre
Neptune the terrible Trident.
Don't glorify it in our vile age
Gray Neptune Earth ally.
All the elements man
Tyrant, traitor or prisoner.