WITH steps subdued, silence, and labour long, I reached the marble roofs: Awe vanquished dread: White shone they as the summit of Mont Blanc When noontide parleys with that mountain's head: The far- off Alps, by morning tinged with red, Blushed through the spires that round in myriads ·· sprung: A silver gleam the wind-stirred poplars flung O'er Lombardy's green sea below me spread. Of these I little saw. In trance I stood, Ere death, methought, admitted to the skies: Around me, like a heavenly multitude Crowning some specular mount of Paradise, Thronged that Angelic Concourse robed in stone: The sun, ascending, in their faces shone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |