Explore "Stanzas Composed during a Thunderstorm" by Lord Byron on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, / Where Pindus' mountains rise, / And angry clouds are pouring fast / The vengeance of the skies.
Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, / And lightnings, as they play, / But show where rocks our path have crost, / Or gild the torrent's spray.