San Marcial’s voice on Haya echoing calls,

And rattles Jaizquibel his thunder-balls,

Mocking weak mortals, far along the sky.

Terrific lightnings o’er Pyrene’s walls

Flash like the swords of mountain spirits on high;

And halts the strife of Man—his pellets cease to fly.

XXIV.

Louder and louder grows the tempest’s voice.

From secular oak and pine huge branches riven