Scatter’d them wide asunder.
The Castle-turrets seem’d to blaze,
The lightning round them flashing;
The drawbridge now was all on fire,
The moat foam’d high, with furious ire,
Against the black walls dashing.
The Prison Tow’r was silver white,
And radiant as the morning;
Two angels’ wings were spreading wide,
The battlements, from side to side—