So spake the Spirit with a wide-cast look
Of bounteous power and _cheerful_ majesty;
As if he caught a sight of either sea
And all the subject realm between: then shook
His brandished arms; his stature scarce could brook
Its confine; _swelling wide, it seemed to grow_
_As grows a cedar on a mountain’s brow_
By the mad air in ruffling breezes _took_!