They cry aloud as I do. Sceptred curse,
  Who all our green and azure universe
  Threatenedst to muffle round with black destruction, sending
  A solid cloud to rain hot thunder-stones
  And splinter and knead down my children's bones,
  All I bring forth, to one void mass battering and blending,

  Until each crag-like tower, and storied column,
  Palace, and obelisk, and temple solemn,
  My imperial mountains crowned with cloud, and snow, and fire,
  My sea-like forests, every blade and blossom
  Which finds a grave or cradle in my bosom,
  Were stamped by thy strong hate into a lifeless mire:

  How art thou sunk, withdrawn, covered, drunk up
  By thirsty nothing, as the brackish cup
  Drained by a desert-troop, a little drop for all;
  And from beneath, around, within, above,
  Filling thy void annihilation, love
  Bursts in like light on caves cloven by the thunder-ball!