THE Alpine horn! the Alpine horn! Oh! through my native sky, Might I but hear its deep notes borne Once more -- but once -- and die! Yet, no! 'Midst breezy hills thy breath, So full of hope and morn, Would win me from the bed of death -- O joyous Alpine horn! But @3here@1 the echo of that blast, To many a battle known, Seems mournfully to wander past, A wild, shrill, wailing tone! Haunt me no more! for slavery's air Thy proud notes were not born; The dream but deepens my despair -- Be hushed, thou Alpine horn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON THE PROBLEM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |