Yea, he deserves to find himself deceived, Who seeks a Heart in the unthinking Man. Like shadows on a stream, the forms of life Impress their characters on the smooth forehead: Nought sinks into the Bosom's silent depth. Quick sensibility of Pain and Pleasure Moves the light fluids lightly; but no Soul Warmeth the inner frame.
Before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouny.
Besides the Rivers, Arve and Arveiron, which have their sources in the foot of Mount Blanc, five conspicuous torrents rush down its sides; and within a few paces of the Glaciers, the Gentiana Major grows in immense numbers, with its “flowers of loveliest blue."
Hast thou a charm to stay the Morning-Star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC ! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity !
O dread and silent Mount! I gaz'd upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Did'st vanish from my thought: entranc'd in prayer I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfus'd, Into the mighty Vision passing-there
As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven !
Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret extacy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green Vales and icy Cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole Sovran of the Vale ! O struggling with the Darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink: Companion of the Morning-Star at Dawn,
Thyself Earth's ROSY STAR, and of the Dawn Co-herald! wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth? Who fill'd thy Countenance with rosy light? Who made thee Parent of perpetual streams ?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Who call'd you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns call'd you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Who gave you your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ?
And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the Billows stiffen, and have Rest?
Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the Mountain's brow Adown enormous Ravines slope amain- Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty Voice, And stopp'd at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless Torrents! silent Cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full Moon? Who bade the Sun
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