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It seemed the listening forest held its breath / Before some vague and unapparent form / Of fear, approaching with the wings of death, / On the impending storm.
Above the hills, big, bellying clouds loomed, black / And ominous, yet silent as the blue / That pools calm heights of heaven, deepening back / 'Twixt clouds of snowdrift hue.
Then instantly, as when a multitude / Shout riot and war through some tumultuous town, / Innumerable voices swept the wood / As wild the wind rushed down.
And fierce and few, as when a strong man weeps, / Great rain-drops dashed the dust; and, overhead, / Ponderous and vast down the prodigious deeps, / Went slow the thunder's tread.
And swift and furious, as when giants fence, / The lightning foils of tempest went insane; / Then far and near sonorous Earth grew dense / With long sweet sweep of rain.