List! now the thunder’s rattling noisy sound
Moves slowly on, and then full-swollen clangs,
Shakes the high spire, and lost, expended, drowned,
Still on the frighted ear of terror hangs;
The winds are up; the lofty elmtree swangs; swings
Again the lightning, and the thunder pours,
And the full clouds are burst at once in stony showers.
Spurring his palfrey o’er the watery plain,
The Abbot of Saint Godwin’s convent came;
His chapournette was drenched with the rain, small round hat