Electrify altitudes orbed,—pulses violent motion
Of Thunder, who treads the brute neck of the seas in his power,
Till their spine writhes lumped into waves,—the Nymph in her bower,
Rubbing moist sleep from her eyes, arises,—
Loosens the loops of her locks,
Loosens, and suddenly darts on the storm and surprises
The boisterous bands of the rocks,
That hoot to the riddling arrows of rain and of seas,
Mountainous these;—
Swirling and whirling,