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THE SPRING FRESHETS
’*Midst clashing of mountains;
When quaked the earth, their strength was smitten,
All their powers spent in the freshet,
Madly driven by thunder and lightning,
Onward they rushed, or crawled, storm-beaten,
And pell-mell tumbled into the cavern.
There they lay, at each other glowered,
The wolf at the fox, and the bear at both;
United all in their fear of man,
They shook before him who darkened the entrance,
Howled in greeting, and slunk to the rear.
Ho! then laughed he,—a hundred fold
Back from the cavern the laugh was echoed,
All the flood-gates of horror
Flew wide at the howl of the terrified pack:
In fear of each other,
In fear of the echoes’ menacing rumble,
Screaming and trembling,
They, who o’er hundreds of lives had been master,
For their own with terror now froze.
“This is mankind!—Where’er I| have fared,
They also were gathered together,
Hiding their hatred, and howling in chorus,
Some to the old, and some to the new gods,
Deaf to their pleading.
Had I but all that the world holds of foulness
In one place like this all huddled together!”
Backward he crept, with his eyes fixed on them,
Until he stood in the outermost entrance,
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