The great convulsions of the Deity

Rumble in agony across the sky:

His thunders rattle in and out the peaks:

His lightnings jab at every word He speaks:

—At every heavenly curse the cloud is split

And daggered lightnings crackle out of it.

Like a steep shower of snakes the hissing rain

Flickers its tongues upon the muddied plain,

Writhing and twisting on the gutted rocks

That tremble at the heavy thunder-shocks: