What mad emotions through their bosoms thrill!
Hast ever seen so dread a sight before?
Tallulah! by that name we hail thee still,
And own that thou art rightly called THE TERRIBLE!
In vain o’er thee shall glow with wild delight,
The painter’s eye, and voiceless still shall be
The poet’s tongue, who from this giddy height
Shall kindle in thine awful minstrelsy!
Thou art too mighty in thy grandeur—we
Too weak to give fit utterance to the soul!