DOWN Savoy's hills of stainless white A thousand currents run, And sparkle bright in the early light Of the slowly-rising sun: But brighter far, Like the glance of a star From regions above, Is the look of love In the eye of the Maid of Savoy! Down Savoy's hills of lucid snow A thousand roebucks leap, And headlong they go when the bugles blow, And sound from steep to steep: But lighter far, Like the motion of air On the smooth river's bed, Is the noiseless tread Of the foot of the Maid of Savoy! In Savoy's vales, with green array'd, A thousand blossoms flower, 'Neath the odorous shade by the larches made, In their own ambrosial bower: But sweeter still, Like the cedars which rise On Lebanon's hill To the pure blue skies, Is the breath of the Maid of Savoy! In Savoy's groves full merrily sing A thousand songsters gay, When the breath of spring calls them forth on the wing, To sport in the sun's mild ray: But softer far, Like the holy song Of angels in air, When they sweep along, Is the voice of the Maid of Savoy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER |