The thunder, like a beast, assaulted her, With terrible, unintermitting roar; And more and more the rain and tempest raged.
And from all sides in wild confusion flew The dust and leaves, the branches and the stones, With hideous tumult, inconceivable.
Her weary, blinded eyes now covering, And folding close her clothes against her breast, She through the storm her fearful path pursued.
But now the lightning glared so in her face, That, overcome by fright at last, she went No farther, and her heart within her sank;
And back she turned. And, even as she turned, The lightning ceased to flash, the air was dark, The thunder’s voice was hushed, the wind stood still, And all was silent round, and she,—at rest!
THE END.