There is exhilaration in the chase -- Not bodily only! Bursting from the woods, Or having climb'd some misty mountain's height When on our eyes a glorious prospect opes, With rapture we the golden view embrace: Then worshipping the sun, on silver floods And blazing towers, and spires, and cities bright With his reflected beams; and down the slopes The tumbling torrents; from the forest-mass Of darkness issuing, we with double force Along the gayly checker'd landscape pass, And, bounding with delight, pursue our course. It is a mingled rapture, and we find The bodily spirit mounting to the mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |