'T WAS sunset, and the Ranz des Vaches was sung, And lights were o'er the Helvetian mountains flung, That gave the glacier tops their richest glow, And tinged the lakes like molten gold below. Warmth flushed the wonted regions of the storm, Where, Phoenix-like, you saw the eagle's form, That high in Heaven's vermilion wheeled and soared. Woods nearer frowned, and cataracts dashed and roared, From heights browsed by the bounding bouquetin; Herds tinkling roamed the long-drawn vales between, And hamlets glittered white, and gardens flourished green. 'T was transport to inhale the bright sweet air! The mountain-bee was revelling in its glare, And roving with his minstrelsy across The scented wild weeds and enamelled moss. Earth's features so harmoniously were linked, She seemed one great glad form, with life instinct, That felt Heaven's ardent breath, and smiled below Its flush of love, with consentaneous glow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT VERITAS by BERNICE BROWN BETTMAN MEMORIES by MINNIE MCKINNON BOGGS THE PLACE OF LOVE by S. C. BRACKETT ON STIRLING; SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE IN RUIN by ROBERT BURNS |