Another beat, they stretch’d their glaring eyes,
And sent a shriek into the red-wrought skies;[129]
(Conceive a thousand organs thundering forth—
From every point the compass to the north—
The tone of every pipe encompassèd
Within their frames, then only ’t can be said
What was the shout those spirits sent abroad
At the command of this volcanic lord!)
Once more he beat, they rais’d a dismal moan,—
Sustain’d their voices till a day was gone: