XCIII.

And this is in the Night:--Most glorious Night![ke] Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,-- A portion of the tempest and of thee![kf] How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,[kg] And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black,--and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young Earthquake's birth.[kh]