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.