Demoniac through the eternal shade.
While far above the tempest’s plash,
Above the thunder’s deafening crash,
Twelve sounds fell, fainting, on the blast
Which rushed in eddying whirlwinds past.
Even as the last sound rent the air
A hopeless shriek of fierce despair
Shook earth and heaven! and all was calm—
Unutterably, coldly calm.
The stars came out; the moon once more