text:  Beams are crackling--posts are shrinking-- Walls are sinking--windows clinking-- Children crying-- Mothers flying-- And the beast (the black ruin yet smouldering under) Yells the howl of its pain and its ghastly wonder! Hurry and skurry--away--away And the face of the night is as clear as day! As the links in a chain Again and again Flies the bucket from hand to hand; High in arches up rushing The engines are gushing And the flood as a beast on the prey that it hounds With a roar on the breast of the element bounds