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!