They take phantasmal forms, divide, convolve, Hard at each other point and gape, Horrible ghosts!
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
There folding storms on eastern pinions ride, Veil the black void, and wrap the mountains side, Rude thunders rake the crags, the rains descend, And the long lightnings o'er the vallies bend; While blasts unburden'd sweep the cliffs of snow, The whirlwinds wheel above, the floods convolve below.
"The Columbiad"
Joel Barlow