The sky was changed—and hoarsely, from afar,
A sound of waters, and of mingled winds,
Through forests raging, crept upon the ear;
And, driving o’er the azure fields of heaven,
Cloud after cloud came rolling swiftly on,
Black Pelion upon gloomy Ossa piled.
Like giant towers they gather, and from point
To point along their frowning battlements
Red signal-fires are flashing far and free.
Hark! the deep watchword of the rushing storm!