He said, and hurled against the mountain side
His quivering spear, and all the god applied.
The raging winds rush through the hollow wound,
And dance aloft in air, and skim along the ground.
Then, settling on the sea, the surges sweep,
Raise liquid mountains and disclose the deep.
South, East, and West with mixed confusion roar,
And roll the foaming billows to the shore.
The cables crack; the sailors' fearful cries
Ascend; and sable night involves the skies.
And heaven itself is ravished from their eyes. - Artwork in the style of Andy Russell
He said, and hurled against the mountain side
His quivering spear, and all the god applied.
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