XXXIV.

From Haya’s crest of rough and broken crag A darkling thunder-storm came grandly down. From peak to peak, while gathering rain-drops lag, The fiery demon leaps, from chasm to crown-- Terrific dance!--then hides ’neath blackest frown, Whose pall o’erspreads the sky; low growls at times, Then volleying roars while floods the welkin drown. Andaye took up the song of mountain-climes, And Jaizquibél gave back the sound with thunder-chimes!