And the domed Velan with his snows
Behind the upcrowding hills
Doth all the heavenly opening close35
Which the Rhone's murmur fills—
And glorious there, without a sound,
Across the glimmering lake,
High in the Valais depth profound,
I saw the morning break.40
M. Arnold.
THE TERRACE AT BERNE
Ten years!—and to my waking eye
Once more the roofs of Berne appear;
The rocky banks, the terrace high,
The stream—and do I linger here?
The clouds are on the Oberland,5
The Jungfrau snows look faint and far;
But bright are those green fields at hand,
And through those fields comes down the Aar,
And from the blue twin lakes it comes,
Flows by the town, the church-yard fair,10
And 'neath the garden-walk it hums,
The house—and is my Marguerite there?
M. Arnold.
NEVER, OH NEVER MORE
Never, oh never more shall I behold
A sunrise on the glacier:—stars of morn
Paling in primrose round the crystal horn;
Soft curves of crimson mellowing into gold4
O'er sapphire chasm, and silvery snow-field cold;
Fire that o'er-floods the horizon; beacons borne
From wind-worn peak to storm-swept peak forlorn;
Clear hallelujahs through heaven's arches rolled.