CLIMBING slow hour by hour to Rigi's crest, At last beneath our widened vision lay How many a village, farm, and lone chalet, One sunshine mile below -- in silent rest! The hawk in spirals rising to his nest I saw beneath me!... Then, I drew away; My throat choked, and wild tears I could not stay, My mortal with immortal there possessed! It seemed that I for this alone had climbed To meet strange exaltation on a height, In thin air giddy, drunken with great light -- Mere creature of a moment, but sublimed! How often have I sought to live again That moment out of Time: but sought in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WIDOW AT WINDSOR by RUDYARD KIPLING TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 33 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |