Hark! What tempest breaks from nether sky?
A crack of doom, a most ungentle sigh!
The bowels do groan, the very heavens quake,
As from the seat, a thunderous force doth break.
O, 'tis a blast that mocks the cannon's roar,
A spirit freed, that will be pent no more.
Though 'twas but wind, 'tis spoken with such might,
That valiant men do tremble in affright!
What stench is this that follows in the wake?
A foul miasma, for the nose's sake.
Avaunt, thou vapor! Cease thy brassy song,
Thy echo lingers, though thy life be long.