Flood Lines

Floods came down

a flagpole thick;

Purple columns

pillar-broad.

Masses of weather-might

mounted up,

Piled in the peaks-pane

like pinnacles of mountains.

Flashes flared

in the folds of the wind-kites;

Dazzlers shone

in the dark hiding-helms.

Silver streams

soaked the slopes;

Rivers arose,

overran their ramparts.

The dry earth shuddered,

drenched to the bone;

Roots and rocks

were eroded to ribbons.