BEHOLD! Thunder has lost his resonance —
his dazzling Lighting Light bedazzled upon them
That for no men eyes to gaze.
His voice strained in THE SKY -
which tonight might reveal HIS dominance.
The moon shimmers somewhat grey —faint—
and yields to exhale some of HER WHITE LIGHTS—
To some of the distantly dimmer stars, which,
In their orbits, rambled, in their circles, stumbled —no yet torrent but storm is imminent.

As well for those whose souls are anxious below
And eyes are cast away by the glimmering earthly lots
Shall not they be helped but to be forced laying low
So that not to be...