@3Im Schnee der Alpen@1 -- so it runs To those divine accords -- and here We dwell in Alpine snows and suns A motley crew, for half the year: A motley crew we dwell, to taste -- A shivering band in hope and fear -- That sun upon the snowy waste, That Alpine ether cold and clear. Up from the laboured plain, and up From low sea-levels, we arise To drink of that diviner cup, The rarer air, the clearer skies; Far, as the great, old, godly King From mankind's turbid valley cries, So all we mountain-lovers sing: I to the hills will lift mine eyes! The bells that ring, the peaks that climb, The frozen snow's unbroken curd, Might well revindicate in rhyme The pauseless stream, the absent bird: In vain -- for to the deeps of life You, lady, you, my heart have stirred; And since you say you love my wife, Be sure I love you for the word. Of kindness, here, I nothing say -- Such loveless kindnesses there are In that grimacing, common way, That old, unhonoured social war: Love but my dog and love my love Adore with me a common star -- I value not the rest above The ashes of a bad cigar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH KENTUCKY BELLE by CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE |