Poems of a Life

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SU.VRISE FROM THE FAULHORN. There is a cloud on the Faulhorn's brow, And those within its mantle furled As little may reck of the scene below As though they were still in the nether world, Or, seated round their aged sire, Told idle tales by the winter fire. The cloud has rolled back from the mountain's...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SU.VRISE FROM THE FAULHORN. There is a cloud on the Faulhorn's brow, And those within its mantle furled As little may reck of the scene below As though they were still in the nether world, Or, seated round their aged sire, Told idle tales by the winter fire. The cloud has rolled back from the mountain's brow; Now, traveller, tell me what seest thou now ? Oh, God, I see a glorious sight The morning sun burst heavenly bright, The peaks that with their granite share Are ploughing the depths of the purple air, The long, long ridges that backward go, Like the skeleton of some mighty shark That has died in the caves of the ocean dark Ten thousand thousand years ago, The peak of darkness that looks on the sun As a thing it has rarely gazed upon, The breathless gulfs that are cleft between, And the crawling glaciers chill and green, The floodgates of that dreary coast, The icy surge of the realm of frost; Beneath my seat ten thousand feet The tinkling cattle graze, And the maid through the vale, With her morning pail, Trips to the song of her early days. Strange contrast Life and joy beneath; Above them solitude and death The crawling mist has ta'en its berth From the steaming pores of the dewy earth; It has spanned the gulf that before us lies With an arch of a thousand airy dyes, Has mantled o'er the chasm's brim, And all is cold, and blank, and dim; Yet have we briefly held converse With the spirit of the universe, Have seen in the light of that wondrous dawn The curtain of Nature half withdrawn, And caught a glimpse of her fairy throne, And the things of a world that are yet unknown.20 SUNRISE FROM THE FAULHORN. CONCLUSION. Man who canst see in nature's face Nought but the frame of self-enforcing...