With all thy majesty in Earth and Air,
Thy wit, thy wisdom, and unrivalled power;
Whose eloquence of speech, whose well-earn’d store
Of heav’nly honours, none can e’er surpass,—
Speak thou to Pluto, that I may repass
Through that great gulf, back to those orient plains,
There bask again among those teeming vines;—
There——” but as he spake this word[155] (and ’twas his last!)
Loud thunders clapp’d, and lightnings rent the Vast
Tornadoes, furiously the plains career’d;