Did seem to feel the element’s career;
With ice and snow the window-panes were bound,
Nor through their dimness could the earth appear,
And still in gusts the wind a passage found
Down the rude chimney with a roaring sound.
XVIII.
A voice divine it did to Williams seem;—
He sat awhile within himself retired,
Then seemed to rouse, as from a transient dream,
Just as the lamp’s last flickering ray expired;