Thunder: The Flesh Quails, And The Soul Bows Down. Night: East, West, South, And Northward, Very Night Star Upon Struggling Star Strives Into Sight, Star After Shuddering Star The Deep Storms Drown. The Very Throne Of Night, Her Very Crown, A Man Lays Hand On, And Usurps Her Right Song From The Highest Of Heaven'S Imperious Height Shoots, As A Fire To Smite Some Towering Town. Rage, Anguish, Harrowing Fear, Heart-Crazing Crime, Make Monstrous All The Murderous Face Of Time Shown In The Spheral Orbit Of A Glass Revolving. Earth Cries Out From All Her Graves. Frail, On Frail Rafts, Across Wide-Wallowing Waves, Shapes Here And There Of Child And Mother Pass.