HERE rest, my soul, from meteor dreams; And thou, my song, find rest. The streams That left at morn yon mountain's brow Are sleeping with Locarno now. Though heaven in rapture finds her peace, Earth seeks, perforce, from joy release. Gaze on those skies at once o'er all the earth Dissolving in a bath of purple dews, And spread thy soul abroad as widely forth Till love thy soul, as heaven the snows, suffuse. Gaze, gaze on heaven; and mark, his clouds among, The sun, emerging in his luminous might: Gaze on the earth; and mark, o'er all, Mont Blanc, Answering that sinking orb with light for light: He sinks, -- is set, -- but upwards without end Two mighty beams, diverging, Like hands in benediction raised, extend; From the great deep a crimson mist is surging; The peaks all round are funeral pyres On which the flaming day expires; Strange gleams, each moment ten times bright, Shoot round, transfiguring as they smite All spaces of the empyreal height, -- Deep gleams, high words which God to man doth speak; From peak to solemn peak in order driven They speed, -- a loftier vision dost thou seek? Rise then, -- to Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ELEGY ON THE LATE MISS BURNET, OF MONBODDO by ROBERT BURNS |