The sky is changed!⁠—and such a change; Oh, night! And storm and darkness, ye are wond’rous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers thro’ her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps who call to her aloud!

And this is in the night:⁠—Most glorious night! Thou wer’t not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy far and fierce delight⁠— A portion of the tempest and of me! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again ’tis black⁠—and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain mirth, As if they did rejoice o’er a young earthquake’s birth,