Scoriæ, cinders, and dry river gorges,
With timber petrified, basaltic spikes,
And lava-ponds, with hard, black, stony surges
We reached the shaded pass below the peaks,
And paused to hear the roar of plunging Ulf,
And the seven rivers, far within the gulf.
Up that defile, with fear and silent wonder,
We rode; our horses seemed but two small mice.
The rivers in the gulf gave forth large thunder,
And rocks, above the clouds, fell, bounding thrice,