TEMPEST AMONG THE HILLS. ND the Storm is abroad in the mountains! AND The crouch'd hollows and all the oracular hills He fills With dread voices of power. A roused million or more Of wild echoes reluctantly rise from their hoar Of the cloud, whose reflection leaves vivid the lake. There is war in the skies! Lo! the black-wingèd legions of tempest arise O'er those sharp splinter'd rocks that are gleaming below In the soft light, so fair and so fatal, as though Some seraph burn'd through them, the thunder-bolt searching Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now. Lo! the lurching And shivering pine-trees, like phantoms, that seem Owen Meredith. B GLEN-AVIN. EYOND the grizzly cliffs which guard 'Mid wastes that dern and dreary lie, One mountain rears his mighty form ; And smiles above the thunder-storm. There Avin spreads her ample deep, Whose frigid eyes forever weep, In summer sun and autumn rain. There matin-hymn was never sung, Nor vesper, save the plover's wail; But mountain eagles breed their young; Aërial spirits ride the gale. A hoary sage once lingered there, That noontide fell so stern and still, The breath of nature seemed away : The distant sigh of mountain-rill Alone disturbed that solemn day. Firm in his magic ring he stood, His face was like the spectre wan Of smoke-tower o'er the burning pile. Red, red and grisly were his eyes; He cried, "Away! Begone, begone ! "And who art thou," the seer replied, Dread mountain Spirit, what art thou? " "Within this desert, dank and lone, Since rolled the world a shoreless sea, I've held my elemental throne, The terror of thy race and thee. "I wrap the sun of heaven in blood, "I ride the red bolt's rapid wing; "These everlasting hills are riven; Their reverend heads are bald and gray; The Greenland waves salute the heaven, And quench the burning stars with spray. "Who was it reared those whelming waves? Who scalped the brows of old Cairn-Gorm, And scooped these ever-yawning caves? 'Twas I, the Spirit of the Storm! "And hence shalt thou forevermore Be doomed to ride the blast with me; He waved his sceptre north away; The Arctic ring was reft asunder; And through the heavens the startling bray Burst louder than the loudest thunder. The feathery clouds, condensed and curled, The Grampians groaned beneath the storm; New mountains o'er the correis leaned; Ben-Nevis shook his shaggy form, And wondered what his sovereign meaned. Even far on Yarrow's fairy dale, The shepherd paused in dumb dismay ; There passing shrieks adown the vale Lured many a pitying hind astray. The Lowthers felt the tyrant's wrath; |