I knew that face, and my heart was rifted as if by a thunderbolt.
The gray cloud-tide, now a purple sea, was rifted by billows of flame.
Still, where indeed the rifted reed hath cut it clean in twain.
His precious blood has redeemed me, and I am at rest in the shadow of the Rifted Rock.
At intervals an unnatural, ghastly light as from rifted clouds swiftly driving overhead ...