I.
—Oh the billows of fire!
With maëlstrom-like swirl,
Their surges they hurl
Over roof—over spire,
Mad—masterless—higher,—
Till with rumble—crack—crash,
Down boom with a flash,
Whole columns of granite and marble;—see! see!
Sucked in as a weed on the ocean might be,
Or engulfed as a sail
In the hurricane riot and wreak of the gale!