Her rage was but a minute’s, and ’twas well—
A moment’s more had slain her; but the while
It lasted ’twas like a short glimpse of Hell:
Nought’s more sublime than energetic bile,
Though horrible to see, yet grand to tell,
Like Ocean warring ’gainst a rocky isle;
And the deep passions flashing through her form
Made her a beautiful embodied storm.