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