midnight
At this instant a flash of lightning , followed by a deafening peal reverberated in one prolonged echo through the hills . `` Do you not hear him , Charles ? '' cried Goethe , delighted -- `` hear all the voices of earth united in the grumbling thunder of his wrath ? See , there he stands , yonder in heaven -- his form dark as midnight . I hear it -- he calls -- Overshadow the heavens , O Jupiter , With thy vaporous clouds ! Cut off the oak and mountain-tops As a boy plucks the thistle . Leave me earth and my cabin Which thou hast not built , And my hearth-side , The glow of which thou enviest me !