XX.

But through the black ravine the storm came swelling: --Mighty thou art amidst the hills, thou blast! In thy lone course the kingly cedars felling, Like plumes upon the path of battle cast! A rent oak thunder’d down beside my cave, Booming it rush’d, as booms a deep sea wave; A falcon soar’d; a startled wild-deer pass’d; A far-off bell toll’d faintly through the roar. How my glad spirit swept forth with the winds once more!