A FEARLESS journeyer o'er the mountain-snow Wert thou, Louise! The sun's decaying light Oft, with its latest, melancholy glow, Reddened thy steep, wild way: the starry night Oft met thee, crossing some lone eagle's height, Piercing some dark ravine: and many a dell Knew, through its ancient rock-recesses well, Thy gentle presence, which hath made them bright Oft in mid-storms -- oh! not with beauty's eye, Nor the proud glance of genius keenly burning; No! pilgrim of unwearying charity! Thy spell was @3love@1 -- the mountain-deserts turning To blessed realms, where stream and rock rejoice When the glad human soul lifts a thanksgiving voice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 93 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WILL (1) by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE WORK THAT SAVES by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR VISIONS: 3 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SEA-PICTURES; OFF THE HAVEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |