And hallelujah of Heaven! hosanna of Earth!

Dithyrambics 

Dithyrambics

I

TEMPEST

TEMPEST

Wrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,

Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, in the tower

Of the heaven, the thunder! on stairways of cloudy commotion,

Colossal of tread, like a giant, from echoing hour to hour

Goes striding in rattling armor ...

The Nymph, at her billow-roofed dormer

Of foam; and the Sylvan—green-housed—at her window of leaves appears;

—As a listening woman, who hears

The approach of her lover, who comes to her arms in the night;

And, loosening the loops of her locks,

With eyes full of love and delight,

From the couch of her rest in ardor and haste arises.—

The Nymph, as if breathed of the tempest, like fire surprises

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