Banks of the Mississippi
II.
Strange contrasts here—for on the glacier's height,
The tempest raves, and arrowy lightnings leap—
Yet deep beneath, the wild flowers lone and light,
On slender stems in breezeless silence sleep.
Skyward the racing eagles wildly fling
Their savage clamor to the echoing dell—
While sheltered deep, the bee with folded wing,
Voluptuous slumbers in his fragrant cell.