Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LAPLAND, by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882)


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First Line: Not such the sons of lapland: wisely they
Last Line: By small degrees extends the swelling curve!
Alternate Author Name(s): B. V.; Bysshe Vanolis
Subject(s): Lapland; Russia; Soviet Union; Russians


NOT such the sons of Lapland: wisely they
Despise the insensate, barbarous trade of war;
They ask no more than simple Nature gives;
They love their mountains, and enjoy their storms;
No false desires, no pride-created wants,
Disturb the peaceful current of their time;
And through the restless, ever-tortured maze
Of pleasure or ambition, bid it rage.
Their reindeer form their riches. These their tents,
Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth
Supply, their wholesome fare and cheerful cups.
Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe
Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift
O'er hill and dale, heaped into one expanse
Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep
With a blue crust of ice unbounded glazed.
By dancing meteors then, that ceaseless shake
A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens,
And vivid moons, and stars that keener play
With doubled lustre from the glossy waste,
E'en in the depth of polar night, they find
A wondrous day: enough to light the chase,
Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs.
Wished spring returns; and from the hazy south,
While dim Aurora slowly moves before,
The welcome sun, just verging up at first
By small degrees extends the swelling curve!





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