“‘The glaciers creep
Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains
Slow rolling on....’”
“What are rolling on, snakes, avalanches or far fountains?”
“‘There many a precipice,
Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power
Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle,
A city of death, distinct with many a tower
And wall impregnable of beaming ice.