You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.
Look, look! that livid flash!
And instantly follows the rattling thunder
As if some cloud-crag—split asunder—
Fell—splintering with a ruinous crash.
Against the windows, the storm comes dashing;
Through tattered foliage, the hail—tears crashing;
The blue lightning—flashes,
The rapid hail clashes,
The white waves are tumbling,