THE sunbeams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck through the snow. From rock to rock, with giant bound, High on their iron poles they pass; Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound, Rend from above a frozen mass. The goats wind slow their wonted way, Up craggy steeps and ridges rude; Marked by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perched, like an eagle's nest, on high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BEN JONSON ENTERTAINS A MAN FROM STRATFORD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE |