text:  Is it the wind from tower to tower Low-murmuring at midnight hour? Athwart the darkness light is stealing Portentous red with unrelenting ire Inhuman deeds and secrets dark revealing! Ye guilty who may quench the kindled fire! Fall city of the Czars to rise Ennobled by self-sacrifice Than tower and temple higher and more holy! The wilful king appointed o'er mankind To plague the lofty heart and prove the lowly Is fled!--Avenger mount the chariot of the wind! Be thine to guide the rapid scythe To blind with snow the frozen sun Against th' invader doomed to writhe To rouse the Tartar Russ and Hun! Bid terror to the battle ride! Indignant honour burning shame Revenge and hate and patriotic pride! But not the quick unerring aim Of volley'd thunder winged with flame Nor famine keener than the bird of prey Nor death--avail the hard of heart to tame! Blow wind and pierce the dire array Flung drifted by thy breath athwart the frozen way! EPODE