THE boding sky was charactered with cloud, br The scripture of the storm--but high in air, br Where the unfathomed zenith still was bare, br A pure expanse of rose-flushed violet glowed br And, kindling into crimson light, o'erflowed br The hurrying wrack with such a blood-red glare, br That heaven, igniting, wildly seemed to flare br On the dazed eyes of many an awe-struck crowd.