Deep Crags, in earth by massy tenures bound,
Oh, Earthquake, level flat! The peace that broods
Above this world, and steadfastly eludes
Your power, howl Winds and break; the peace that mocks
Dismay ’mid silent streams and voiceless rocks—
Through wildernesses, cliffs, and solitudes.
VII.
“Night-shadowed Rivers—lift your dusky hands
And clap them harshly with a sullen roar!
Ye thousand Pinnacles and Steeps deplore