text:  What sudden blaze spreads through the crimson skies And still in loftier volumes seems to rise? What meteor gleams that from the fiery north In savage grandeur fast are bursting forth And light your very walls? Tell me ye Towers-- 'Tis Smithfield revelling in his festal hours Fed with your captives: shrieks that wildly pierce The roaring flames now undulating fierce And gasping struggles mingled groans proclaim The power of torture o'er the writhing frame