The Lightning Is The Shorthand Of The Storm That Tells Of Chaos; And I Read The Same As One May Read The Writing Of A Name, - As One In Hell May See The Sudden Form Of God'S Fore-Finger Pointed As In Blame. How Weird The Scene! The Dark Is Sulphur-Warm With Hints Of Death; And In Their Vault Enorme The Reeling Stars Coagulate In Flame. And Now The Torrents From Their Mountain-Beds Roar Down Uncheck'D; And Serpents Shaped Of Mist Writhe Up To Heaven With Unforbidden Heads; And Thunder-Clouds, Whose Lightnings Intertwist, Rack All The Sky, And Tear It Into Shreds, And Shake The Air Like Titians That Have Kiss'D!
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