Swoops down upon the vale!
Snatches the giant oaks from earth
That nourished them and gave them birth,
And hurls them 'gainst the mountain side!—
One sweep of its black wings,
And all is o'er! And as before
The streamlet laughs and sings;
But carries on its sunny tide
Fragments of debris to the wide
And surging sea,—the shattered boughs