THE sunbeams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck through the snow. From rock to rock, with giant bound, High on their iron poles they pass; Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound, Rend from above a frozen mass. The goats wind slow their wonted way, Up craggy steeps and ridges rude; Marked by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply, The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perched, like an eagle's nest, on high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER SONNET: 14 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SATAN ABSOLVED; A VICTORIAN MYSTERY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SONG OF APPLE-GATHERING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IN THE SUBJUNCTIVE by BERTON BRALEY |