WHITE Death had laid his pall upon the plain, And crowned the mountain-peaks like monarchs dead; The vault of heaven was glaring overhead With pitiless light that filled my eyes with pain; And while I vainly longed, and looked in vain For sign or trace of life, my spirit said, "Shall any living thing that dares to tread This royal lair of Death escape again?" But even then I saw before my feet A line of pointed footprints in the snow: Some roving chamois, but an hour ago, Had passed this way along his journey fleet, And left a message from a friend unknown To cheer my pilgrim-heart no more alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION THE TENTH MUSE: THE PROLOGUE by ANNE BRADSTREET DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |