XCIII.

And this is in the Night:—Most glorious Night![ke]

Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be

A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,—

A portion of the tempest and of thee![kf]

How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,[kg]

And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!

And now again 'tis black,—and now, the glee

Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth,

As if they did rejoice o'er a young Earthquake's birth.[kh]

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