The beasts are fled; earth rocks from pole to pole—
Fear walks the world, and bows th’ astonished soul;
Jove rides with fiery bolt Ceraunia’s brow,
Or Athos blazing 'mid eternal snow.
The tempest darkens, blasts redoubled rave,
Smite the hoarse wood, and lash the howling wave.
Translation of W. Sotheby.
TO THE RAINBOW.
Loveliest of the meteor train,
Girdle of the summer rain—