And screaming still in mad dismay,
Grew dim and died against the sky ...
'Twas all the heavens had to say.
The grasses fail'd, and then a mass
Of brown, burnt cactus ruled the land,
And topt the hillocks of hot sand,
Where scarce the hornèd toad could pass.
Then stunted sage on either hand,
All loud with odors, spread the land.
The sun rose right above, and fell