The hooting owls affrighted fly.
Shivered full the columns tall
Of the palaces of pine.
See the uniting boughs entwine—
The mighty trunks that bend and groan—
The hard roots grating on the stone!
Mingling confusedly and madly, all
Over each other are heaped in the fall,
And around the crags, so wet and foul,
The winds in fury hiss and howl!”