|line||Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the blood-red|
Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o'er the horizon
|615||Titan-like stretches its hundred hands upon the mountain and meadow,|
Seizing the rocks and the rivers and piling huge shadows together.
Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the village,
Gleamed on the sky and sea, and the ships that lay in the roadstead.
Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of flame were
|620||Thrust through their folds and withdrawn, like the quivering hands of a martyr.|
Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch, and, uplifting,
Whirled them aloft through the air, at once from a hundred house-tops
Started the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame intermingled.