FAR up on sternest Alpine crests, Where winds of tempest blow, They say that, all unfearing, rests A flower upon the snow,— A tiny flower, pale and sweet, That blooms o'er breath of ice; And glad are they, on any day, Who find the Edelweiss. Ah! far on heights of sorrows cold, Where tears are dropping slow, Some hearts have found, and, finding, told How fair a flower may grow. With petals pale, but perfume rare, It garlands days of ice; And blessed are they who, weeping, pray, And find Faith's Edelweiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CLOUDY JUNE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |