Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MONT BLANC, by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE Poet's Biography First Line: Here rest, my soul, from meteor dreams Last Line: Rise then, -- to heaven! Variant Title(s): The Alps Subject(s): Alps; Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain) | ||||||||
HERE rest, my soul, from meteor dreams; And thou, my song, find rest. The streams That left at morn yon mountain's brow Are sleeping with Locarno now. Though heaven in rapture finds her peace, Earth seeks, perforce, from joy release. Gaze on those skies at once o'er all the earth Dissolving in a bath of purple dews, And spread thy soul abroad as widely forth Till love thy soul, as heaven the snows, suffuse. Gaze, gaze on heaven; and mark, his clouds among, The sun, emerging in his luminous might: Gaze on the earth; and mark, o'er all, Mont Blanc, Answering that sinking orb with light for light: He sinks, -- is set, -- but upwards without end Two mighty beams, diverging, Like hands in benediction raised, extend; From the great deep a crimson mist is surging; The peaks all round are funeral pyres On which the flaming day expires; Strange gleams, each moment ten times bright, Shoot round, transfiguring as they smite All spaces of the empyreal height, -- Deep gleams, high words which God to man doth speak; From peak to solemn peak in order driven They speed, -- a loftier vision dost thou seek? Rise then, -- to Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |
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