"LEAP from the crags, brave boy! The musing hills have kept thee long, But they have made thee strong, And fed thee with the fulness of their joy, And given direction that thou might'st return To me who yearn At foot of this great steep -- Leap! leap!" So the stream leapt Into his mother's arms, Who wept A space, Then calmed her sweet alarms, And smiled to see him as he slept, Wrapt in that dear embrace: And with the brooding of her tepid breast Cherished his mountain chillness -- O, then -- what rest! O, everywhere what stillness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD |