THE GREEK BOY Thine ears have drunk the woodland strains Heard by old poets, and thy veins Now is thy nation free-though late- Broke, ere thy spirit felt its weight, And Greece, decayed, dethroned, doth see The nations silent in its shade. 175 "UPON THE MOUNTAIN'S DISTANT HEAD." UPON the mountain's distant head, With trackless snows forever white, But far below those icy rocks, The vales, in summer bloom arrayed, Are dim with mist and dark with shade. 'Tis thus, from warm and kindly hearts But lingers with the cold and stern. SONNET-WILLIAM TELL. CHAINS may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, That creed is written on the untrampled snow, Thundered by torrents which no power can hold, Save that of God, when he sends forth his cold, And breathed by winds that through the free heaven blow Thou, while thy prison walls were dark around Didst meditate the lesson Nature taught, And to thy brief captivity was brought A vision of thy Switzerland unbound. The bitter cup they mingled, strengthened thee H 3 TO THE RIVER ARVE. Thou heedest not-thou hastest on; It rests beneath Geneva's walls. Rush on--but were there one with me Are touched the features of the earth. Here would I dwell, and sleep, at last, Among the blossoms at their feet. 179 |