“ ‘Now, strange to tell, the plants sweat drops of blood, The trees are toss’d from forests where they stood. Blue serpents o’er the tainted herbage slide, Pale glaring spectres on the ether ride, Dogs howl, earth yawns, rent rocks forsake their beds, And from their quarries heave their stubborn heads. The sad spectators, stiffen’d with their fears, She sees, and sudden every limb she smears, Then each of savage beasts the figure bears.