AT dawn in silence moves the mighty stream, The silver-crested waves no murmur make; But far away the avalanches wake The rumbling echoes, dull as in a dream; Their momentary thunders, dying, seem To fall into the stillness, flake by flake, And leave the hollow air with naught to break The frozen spell of solitude supreme. At noon unnumbered rills begin to spring Beneath the burning sun, and all the walls Of all the ocean-blue crevasses ring With liquid lyrics of their waterfalls; As if a poet's heart had felt the glow Of sovereign love, and song began to flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS WE GATHER BACK by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AN INDIAN AT THE BURIAL PLACE OF HIS FATHERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SEA-PICTURES; NIGHT NOISES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |