SLOW toiling upward from the misty vale, I leave the bright enamelled zones below; No more for me their beauteous bloom shall glow, Their lingering sweetness load the morning gale; Few are the slender flowerets, scentless, pale, That on their ice-clad stems all trembling blow Along the margin of unmelting snow; Yet with unsaddened voice thy verge I hail, White realm of peace above the flowering line; Welcome thy frozen domes, thy rocky spires! O'er thee undimmed the moon-girt planets shine, On thy majestic altars fade the fires That filled the air with smoke of vain desires, And all the unclouded blue of heaven is thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |