_The spirit lowers and speaks: “Tremble ye wild Woods!_
Ye Cataracts! your _organ-voices_ sound!
Deep Crags, in earth by massy tenures bound,
Oh, Earthquake, _level flat_! The peace that broods
Above this world, and steadfastly eludes
Your power, howl Winds and break; the peace that mocks
Dismay ’mid silent streams and voiceless rocks—
Through wildernesses, cliffs, and solitudes.