Mount to the cold and there condensed distil
Back into water. That Bad Will which ne'er
Seeks aught but evil joined his evil will,
With intellect, and, from the great force given
By his fell nature, moved the mist and wind
And o'er the valley drew the darkened heaven,
Covering it with clouds as day declined
From Pratomagno far as the great chain,[137]
So that the o'erburdened air to water turned:
Then the floods fell, and every rivulet's vein