XXXIII.
Three days, three nights, Sebastian’s sack went on;
And as in fire the earth will sink at last,
And fire avenge the deeds that then were done,
Through fiery scourge so San Sebastian past.
Raged o’er the town, urged by the Atlantic blast,
The red relentless flame, and to and fro
Swept like a desert courser, lurid cast
Its glare o’er Ocean, flashed above—below,
Till all was smouldering heaps of desolation, wo!