Paris-town rocked, and turbid ran the flood Of Seine at that loud voice, that horrid roar;
And, so it echo rang in Arden's wood, Beasts left their caverns in that forest hoar.
Alp and Cevenne's mountain-solitude, And Blois, and Arles, and Rouen's distant shore, Rhine, Rhone, and Saone, and Garonne, heard the pest;
Scared mothers hugged their children to their breast.
