List to the shoutings! See the flash! They thunder near.
Earthquakes and night are there,—
With storm the welkin rings.
There January speeds,—there Svyatosláv moves on,
And waves and smoke alike are in the tempest thrown;
And there the ship that bears the three-times hallowed[142] name,
And Rostisláv and Europe, there triumphant ride;
While the agitated tide
Is startled with the flame.
Evstáf, in fire concealed, scatters the deathlike brand,