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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOUNT PILATE, by EDWIN ARNOLD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He riseth alone - alone and proud Last Line: A record too sad for the poet's shell. Subject(s): Pilatus (mountain), Switzerland | |||
HE riseth alone, -- alone and proud From the shore of an emerald sea; His crest hath a shroud of the crimson cloud, For a king of the Alps is he; Standing alone as a king should stand, With his foot on the fields of his own broad land. And never a storm from the stores of the north Comes sweeping along the sky, But it emptieth forth the first of its wrath On the crags of that mountain high; And the voice of those crags has a tale to tell That the heart of the hearer shall treasure well. A tale of a brow that was bound with gold, And a heart that was bowed with sin; Of a fierce deed told of the days of old That might never sweet mercy win, Of legions in steel that were waiting by For the death of the God who could never die. Of a dear kind face that its kindness kept Dabbled with blood of its own; Of a lady who leapt from the sleep she slept To plead at a judgment throne; Of a cross, and a cry, and a night at noon, And the sun and the earth at a sickly swoon. But climb the crags when the storm has rule, And the spirit that rides the blast, And hark to his howl as he sweeps the pool Where the Roman groaned his last; And to thee shall the tongue of the tempest tell A record too sad for the poet's shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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