From yonder cloud’s tremendous rack,
And then with swifter stride they seem
In pallid horror hurrying back.
Groans in the dark tide of the air:
Groans in the withered space around:
Groans in the tempest’s sickly glare:
Groans struggling under ground!
And look! Lo! blacker clouds are swelling
Around the thunder’s opened dwelling,
Which with a Vulcan-torch illumes