HIS soul went singing like a mountaineer Who climbs the hills, and carols as he climbs; Above the snows he heard the faery chimes Of God's faint bells, and felt no shade of fear. He leaped in faith from year to glimmering year; Nothing to him seemed poor or vile or vain, Since all the fibres of his heart and brain Were braced by hope's high Alpine atmosphere. I have known no goodlier spirit! Where he walked, Love masqueraded in rough skins and claws, Feigning to be some monster of the woods; Loud was the voice wherewith he rhymed and talked, But warmer heart, or moved in kindlier cause, Was never stirred by man's vicissitudes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN APARTMENT PARTNERS by FRANCIS MARTIN BOTELHO THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 4. TERTIUM QUID by ROBERT BROWNING |