从从从 Thou Sho Ang On Like Of s Of th The Of th Will Vaul Of Vein,",y,,…∽ Black rain and fire, and hail will burst oh hear!• Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, • Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, • Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, • Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread • On the blue surface of thine aery surge, • Like the bright hair uplifted from the head • Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge • Of the horizon to the zenith's height, • The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge • Of the dying year, to which this closing night • Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, • Vaulted with all thy congregated might • Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere • Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear! Stanza II