Deep-gullied the canyons, toothed are the cliffs;
Like an oven glows the face of the rocks.
Now Heaven hurls her forked bolts
And bitter thunder-bombs; rocks burst and fly.
A crash of splintered echoes breaks the night,
Shatters the heavens and rends the earth.
My towering cliff is shook like a reed;
The trail adown the cliff is wreathed in steam;
Mist veils the ragged spurs of lehua—
A reign of terror! flames leap from the Pit;