'T WAS sunset, and the Ranz des Vaches was sung, And lights were o'er the Helvetian mountains flung, That gave the glacier tops their richest glow, And tinged the lakes like molten gold below. Warmth flushed the wonted regions of the storm, Where, Phoenix-like, you saw the eagle's form, That high in Heaven's vermilion wheeled and soared. Woods nearer frowned, and cataracts dashed and roared, From heights browsed by the bounding bouquetin; Herds tinkling roamed the long-drawn vales between, And hamlets glittered white, and gardens flourished green. 'T was transport to inhale the bright sweet air! The mountain-bee was revelling in its glare, And roving with his minstrelsy across The scented wild weeds and enamelled moss. Earth's features so harmoniously were linked, She seemed one great glad form, with life instinct, That felt Heaven's ardent breath, and smiled below Its flush of love, with consentaneous glow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN VARIATIONS FOR A SUMMER EVENING by MICHAEL ANANIA CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY THE IMAGE OF GOD by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |