text:  To the grain and the fruits Through the rafters and beams Through the barns and the garners it crackles and streams! As if they would rend up the earth from its roots Rush the flames to the sky Giant-high; And at length Wearied out and despairing man bows to their strength! With an idle gaze sees their wrath consume And submits to his doom! Desolate The place and dread For storms the barren bed