I have beheld Nature and Art at war, <br />For on this summer eve the thunder pealed, <br />Where the Pilatus threat'ning raised his steeled <br />And crested helmet o'er the smoking bar, <br />That wreathed its rival column from afar, <br />And in its snowy crevices revealed <br />The glowing emulation, field on field, <br />Of thick mists, lighted by the lightning's star. <br /> <br />And here the mighty building rocked and heaved <br />Under the organ's thunders that awoke <br />Beneath the fingers of the Silent One. <br />And the rain hissed, as we had fain believed, <br />And the pines crashed beneath the lightning's stroke, <br />And the fear-stricken hunters shriek and run.<br /><br />Sheehan Patrick Augustine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-organ-recital-at-lucerne/
