From Volume 8 of The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda, chapter -II, ‘Writings: Prose And Poems’

Shiva is dancing, lost in the ecstasy of Self, sounding his
own cheeks.

His tabor is playing and the garland of skulls is swinging
in rhythm.

The waters of the Ganga are roaring among his matted

The great trident is vomiting fire, and the moon on his
forehead is fiercely flaming.