With ceaseless thunder go.
The boiling waters seethed and hissed,
And glittering clouds of gleaming mist
Ascended from below.
The fading glow of the sunlight slants
O'er the frowning cliff which the creeping plants,
And moss, and lichens drape.
The mist spread forth on the sultry air—
'Twas wreathed in figures, some foul, some fair;
I traced the form of a spectre there