Now it thunders, now the earth groans, and the pitchy clouds arise;
The fiery flames shoot in and out, the hollow roof replies.
All the youths cry out with wonder and fresh admiration feel
For the puffing smoke and furnace, and the brightly flashing steel.
Forthwith a horrid din ensues, the anvils sound with blows,
The sweat runs trickling to the ground, the fiery metal glows.
So toiled the swarthy Cyclops once, old Vulcan's iron slaves,
Beneath Mount Etna's burning base, in horrid glooms and caves.
Compare this poem with The Furnaceman and The Forgers.
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