The bridge that springs from rock to rock, And trembles to the torrent's shock? The fearful pass, whose cliffs between That gushes from the rocky hill? The inland sea, now calm in sleep, Where, on the loud, tumultuous RHONE Echoing through many a craggy dell: Or, as the soft green lawn I tread, The far-off LEMAN LAKE descry, Fair mirror of the changeful sky! Now silvery-smooth, now sparkling gold: Or, o'er the humbler Alps, behold Those glowing Peaks that long detain The cliffs that guard the little gate; Frail barrier between State and State ! More charm'd from hour to hour-and yet With far more pleasure than regret, Homeward at length my steps I turn; My eyes for other objects yearn; The fire-side circle, small and dear, Narrowing, ah narrowing every year! The chosen, or the neighbour-friend, The servant pleas'd and proud to attend; The well-known door, and even the bed, On which, so oft reclined, my head Sweet rest has found, or vainly sought Through the long night of troubled thought. How slowly, eager to arrive, I think the dull postilions drive! The leagues seem longer, and the pavé Is surely grown more rough and heavy. Yet haply 'tis in vain I haste, Doom'd, as before, whole days to waste Invoking winds that will not hear; Still looking o'er to that white shore VIII.-EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AT HIS VILLA. CHAMOUNY, 1823. Ar length you fly from smoke and noise, From Rout and Ball, from Park and Play, Or the swift steam-boat stems the tides. But ah! the Town diffuses far Its gloomy atmosphere of care; The murmurs of its strife assail The peace of each surrounding vale: O'er many a mile must toil the feet That seek an undisturb'd retreat: Its pride and vanity are wont But you, who all its stores command, And quickly all its cares forget. And wisely the rough conflict shun. Once more amid th' eternal snows The frozen Alps around me close, Though flames the summer-sun on high, Just seen athwart the narrow sky; The beam of fire, the whelming rain, Beat on these ice-built rocks in vain : For reconciled the Seasons here Dance hand in hand throughout the year. In this disorder, these extremes, As if in sport wild Nature seems |