O'er the snow, through the air, to the mountain, With the antelope, with the eagle, ho! With a bound, with a feathery row, To the side of the icy fountain, Where the gentians blue-belled blow. Where the storm-sprite, the rain-drops counting, Cowers under the bright rainbow, Like a burst of midnight fire, Singing shoots my fleet desire, Winged with the wing of love, Earth below and stars above. Let me rest on the snow, never pressed But by chamois light and by eagle fleet, Where the hearts of the antelope beat 'Neath the light of the moony cresset, Where the wild cloud rests his feet, And the scented airs caress it From the alpine orchis sweet; And about the Sandalp lone Voices airy breathe a tone, Charming, with the sense of love, Earth below and stars above. Through the night, like a dragon from Pilate Out of murky cave, let us cloudy sail Over lake, over bowery vale, As a chime of bells, at twilight In the downy evening gale, Passes swimming tremulously light; Till we reach yon rocky pale Of the mountain crowning all, Slumber there by waterfall, Lonely like a spectre's love, Earth beneath, and stars above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE REEDS by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |