The Altitudes stupendous!
Rent by the wind, a fragment huge
From the steep summit bounded:
That summit, where the Peasant’s breast
Found, mid the snow, a grave of rest,
By Golfre’s poniard wounded.
Loud shrieks, across the mountain wild,
Fill’d up the pause of thunder:
The groves of Pine the lightning past,
And swift the desolating blast