Solemn Harmony



To drink their odours, and their mighty swinging
To hear--an old and solemn harmony;
Thine earthly rainbows stretch'd across the sweep
Of the aethereal waterfall, whose veil
Robes some unsculptur'd image; the strange sleep
Which when the voices of the desert fail
Wraps all in its own deep eternity;

-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
Mont Blanc: Lines Written in
the Vale of Chamouni
, 1817







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