The stars are blotted out,<br/>Clouds are covering clouds,<br/>It is darkness, vibrant, sonant.<br/>In the roaring whirling wind<br/>Are the souls of a million lunatics,<br/>But loosed from the prison house,<br/>Wrenching trees by the roots,<br/>Sweeping all from the path.<br/>The sea has joined the fray,<br/>And swirls up mountain-waves,<br/>To reach the pitchy sky.<br/>Scattering plagues and sorrows,<br/>Dancing mad with joy,<br/>Come, Mother, Come!<br/>For Terror is thy name,<br/>Death is in Thy breath.<br/>And every shaking step<br/>Destroys a world for e'er.<br/>Thou "Time" the All-Destroyer<br/>Then come, O Mother, Come!<br/>Who can misery love,<br/>Dance in destruction's dance,<br/>And hug the form of Death,<br/>To him the Mother comes.