10.08.2014, 12:50
THE UPPER REALMS
SERENE, apart, unvexed of clamant years,
As the lean-headed eagles build on high
Mid towering crags, and see the clouds go by
Far down with lightnings torn and know no fears,
So where old Time his austere front uprears
Against the cold and solitary sky,
I've seen the morn's imperious banners fly,
And stars expiring weep celestial tears.
Lonely but glad, calm but not cheerless grown,
I've heard the solemn converse of the night,
Have caught the low and inarticulate moan
Of pines upon the immemorial height;
Yet my rapt soul has dwelt not all alone,
For lucid wings have o'er me stayed their flight.
SERENE, apart, unvexed of clamant years,
As the lean-headed eagles build on high
Mid towering crags, and see the clouds go by
Far down with lightnings torn and know no fears,
So where old Time his austere front uprears
Against the cold and solitary sky,
I've seen the morn's imperious banners fly,
And stars expiring weep celestial tears.
Lonely but glad, calm but not cheerless grown,
I've heard the solemn converse of the night,
Have caught the low and inarticulate moan
Of pines upon the immemorial height;
Yet my rapt soul has dwelt not all alone,
For lucid wings have o'er me stayed their flight.