Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[36. The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side]
The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side
Treads not the azure that he saw from far
But rugged rocks and ravines dark and wide:—
And dangerous steeps and precipices mar
The hill's broad sky-ward bosom and the shady dell
Where once, in the distance viewing, he had long'd to dwell.
Treads not the azure that he saw from far
But rugged rocks and ravines dark and wide:—
And dangerous steeps and precipices mar
The hill's broad sky-ward bosom and the shady dell
Where once, in the distance viewing, he had long'd to dwell.
Nor in th' aerial nook, espied on high,
Screen'd from the sun's intensest ray,
The seeming haunt of bless'd tranquility,
He finds repose—There 'mid the deaf'ning bray
Of cataracts, grisly crags and ever dripping rocks,
Forever desolate, the narrow vale enlocks—
Screen'd from the sun's intensest ray,
The seeming haunt of bless'd tranquility,
He finds repose—There 'mid the deaf'ning bray
Of cataracts, grisly crags and ever dripping rocks,
Forever desolate, the narrow vale enlocks—
It was the heaven stooping to the world,
The crystal ether of supernal space,
That smooth'd the rugged wild and soft unfurled
A veil of beauty o'er the mountain's face—
So bare, dark is human thought till heaven descends
And to its aspect drear celestial beauty lends—
The crystal ether of supernal space,
That smooth'd the rugged wild and soft unfurled
A veil of beauty o'er the mountain's face—
So bare, dark is human thought till heaven descends
And to its aspect drear celestial beauty lends—
July 14, 1837
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