XXXVI.

Dark muffled thus they slept. Yet even in dreams, Such dreams as mountain-spirits give to birth, The thunderous memory lives. Low muttering seems To sullen tell how baleful was that mirth, Whose very faintest echo shook the earth, Gigantic! Downward gathering comes the storm O’er Haya’s flank and Oyarzuno’s girth By crag and deep ravine, till lightning warm With wind and rain it falls o’er Uruméa’s form.