'T WAS morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow -- Hung with the clusters of the bending vine -- Shone in the early light, when on the Rhine We sailed and heard the waters round the prow In murmurs parting; varying as we go, Rocks after rocks come forward and retire, As some gray convent wall or sunlit spire Starts up along the banks, unfolding slow. Here castles, like the prisons of despair, Frown as we pass; -- thee, on the vineyard's side, The bursting sunshine pours its streaming tide; While Grief, forgetful amid scenes so fair, Counts not the hours of a long summer's day, Nor heeds how fast the prospect winds away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |