The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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[The Alps are in this world! Let us adjourn]
The Alps are in this world! Let us adjournAnd ponder there our home as it began;
The earth there ends; it is the mighty bourn
Whose wrecks, ere shaped for use, to ruin ran.
How grander than are steeps of forest tree,
Than rolling pasture with its vagrant streams,
Than vengeful waves upon a cruel sea,
Than all whereon the sun darts burning beams,—
That world whose glacier-gulphs are fathomless,
Awaiting yet a plan! whose peaks impend
And to the socket on our eye-balls press,
Till all in bristling terror seems on end!
Gulphs, cataracts, together lost below;
But feeling staggers, thoughts refuse to flow.
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