Convulsions came; and, where the field br Long slept in pastoral green, br A goblin-mountain was upheaved br (Sure the scared sense was all deceived), br Marl-glen and slag-ravine. br br The unreserve of Ill was there, br The clinkers in her last retreat; br But, ere the eye could take it in, br Or mind could comprehension win, br It sunk! - and at our feet.