Foul on his brow did reek,
And to his shudd’ring cheek was pressed
The corpse’s clammy cheek.
“The thunder roared, but louder still
Was heard the crash below,
As, rent in twain, the mighty rock
Reeled trembling to and fro.
“Then thund’ring downward from its place
The riven fragment sped,
And with it fell, in grim embrace,